Webcams de nos amours [English translation]

I think the computer is crying

I think he broke his heart

In the memories of hard drives

What's left of the adventures?

She had the eyes of the pixels

In her vulgarity, I thought pretty

The seconds spent watching her

Under her parasol, undressing

Here we are, I've put my blue three-piece

I've got my debit card ready

I have a date with the girls

With the eyes of the shining computer

I like when they undress

Their breasts hanging to my rags

We should never say farewell

We should not fall in love

But me, I fell in love1

So, every night I see her

Eva, Maria, or whomever

On the velvet sofa

She is showing me everything, just for me

She's slowly removing her stockings

And me, I swear to you, I believe her

When she's whispering very low to me

On the webcams of our loves

The both of us, we said for ever

Me, I had put my blue three-piece

When I fell in love

Of an undressed for the networks

Of a writing looking for its words

To give people a hard-on

There are philanthropic bar codes

Breasts hanged to the passing days

She's selling her ass on the crossroads

She snatched my debit card

Pixels deep in her eyes

Me, I lost the connexion

So, I'm here like an asshole

Lights in the back lights

My love left for ever

I would like to take her to the sun

I would like to take her away from the crowds

The castaways of the virtuals

Lost in the battering of the swells

I'd like to tell her that she's really pretty

And it doesn't matter if my eyes are flowing

In my heart she put some sky

Some splendid on the crossroads

The others, they say I'm crazy

I sing her name in the bars

The others, you know, I don't care

I have hope to see her again

One day, on the corner, my Estonian

Of a street, she will say hello to me

Like a ship at the bottom of the plains

She'll make me see love again

I like when you undress

Under the shining eyes of the computer

On the webcams of our loves

On the webcams of our loves

When will be the smell? When will be the pout?

Of my eyes drowned into yours?

When will be the touch of perfume?

Concerts on your phone

And the stupid things you're humming

Cultures to the fire, matters to the fire

They defeated our ephemerals

On the webcams of our loves

Don't get me wrong, I like

Throwing my flame to the great void

The all free that we sell to nothingness

On the webcams of our loves

Pixelating crying for help

Frequencies looking for daylight

On the webcams of our loves

Come on, come back to drown my sorrows

My lonelinesses in the gloomy plains

Come on, come back to do the loves

Come back, you, my shipwreck

Come back, your pretty face

Come back to take the trips

Of those oceans without shores

And if our venoms are lonely

The virtuals tasting like the sky

Among all the whores of the net

The missing girls in the tempests

Me, I'm searching like a cast away

But to how to find her?

This body lost in the tempests

My love forever is gone

On the webcams of our loves

My love, O my love

Gone devouring in the matrix

My love was rated X

Gone devouring in the matrix

My love was rated X

1. Here he is actually using the English syntax of "falling in love", when in French we would say "tomber amoureux" which would roughly translate to "fall loving"

• Artist:Damien Saez
• Album:Messine