Английская вольная кавер-версия композиции Mylene Farmer "Pourvu Qu`Elles Soient Douces")

 

 

I ache

For his hazel eyes again piercing through me

For his fabulous light hair

Hardly caring what a feeling does to me

And I'm never gonna care

 

As he's moving downstairs I'm getting breathless

As he's smiling I can't sleep

In his arms I'm always feeling so helpless

Never fell in love so deep

 

I am independent not any longer

When he's near I'm like a serf

But his power's truly making me stronger

In a world of twisted nerves

 

He makes me (ah!) tonight forget where he came from

Heavens see he's not a saint

Now I do believe again I'm deserving

Better than a love for rent

 

Oh my God, I'm stained with blot

No I don't regret of that

This sweet sin with every single thought

Makes completely lose head

 

Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt

What to say about the rest?

Mea culpa - he is no more hers

Errare humanum est

 

OK

God will punish me for that if I'm worthy

Condemnation will be rough

Anyway I treasure him a lot more than

His ex-almost second half

 

He makes me (ah!) tonight forget that I'm famous

By his side I'm not a star

No one's gonna treat me so on the stages

No one dares to go so far

 

Oh my God, I'm stained with blot

No I don't regret of that

This sweet sin with every single thought

Makes completely lose head

 

Oh Good Lord, my heart is hurt

What to say about the rest?

Mea culpa - he is no more hers

Errare humanum est