bent her bare back to stand on her own four-footed hands, and rode along behind, covering herself with demons' lips. Hold her up with her arms around her feet, and glisten through her mournful baby's eyes. Let her burn with desire, let her walls be darkened with your gill by the fears that turn to light. Oh my delicious, oh my encouraging. My little skull, my happy laude as I light you on. You are my white delicious which counsels my curse, THAT BORING ALIEN CHILD Our love which unknown damned which burns and shines my infrequentable the bad student. When you light me up, I caress the devil. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie Yes, the devil. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie For after love, for before death, to fill with velvet the water of the sleeping sky to make like Gainsbourg, to make like Marlene, to brew the sap. Oh my regular, my little witch, when I breathe you in. My God, what a pleasure, my teenager. You will make me die, your love, you will make me go mad. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie Yes, you make me go mad. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie When I deprive myself of you, when I make a mess, something breaks, something breaks, slowly tears the silk of my soul. When I reason, when I turn the page of your gray ashes, of our wild nights, I feel my youth leave the shore. So comes the little, toxic tenderness, silent friend, forbidden fate. We have to let go, we have to forget, we have to leave. Oh my confidante, my night of student, my burning chapel, my burning defeat, il faut que je tâche d'oublier ton goût, ta douce tourmente. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie Oui, tu me tourmentes. Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie