Goya ! Soda ! - Christine and the Queens

He’s unmissable thanks to his particular pace

Soft and liquidy, dragging feet under dormant face

That’s an illusion, his youth is distilling around

As you thought you led, your thighs are sunk deep in the ground

He’s always on my side, but never on me

Though always together, there’s nothing to see

To love him is to scare a mist

Make a fauna flee

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

What is happening to me?

Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)

Thought there was not much to see

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

As he eats my heart out, I’m on my knees

The Spanish master’s painting makes him brutally laugh

Here’s some bubbling flesh in some tormented older mouth

The more I look at the art and its vile mockery

The more it feels like I am insanely greedy

He’s always on my side, but never on me

Though always together, there’s nothing to see

To love him is to scare a mist

Make a fauna flee

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

What is happening to me?

Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)

Thought there was not much to see

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

As he eats my heart out, I’m on my knees

Jamais à moi

Jamais à moi, il ne sera jamais à moi

Trop jeune, trop rapide, trop capricieux pour moi

Coup de pinceau les chairs sont dévorées à vif pour toi

When I was sixteen, everything was just like in this Goya

Who came there to see, who is seen, and qui mange quoi?

Did you forget me already for the taste of whom donc cette fois?

Why are swallowing, spitting and holding close always just so raw

I’m not sure you do, but I want to buy cash your soda

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

What is happening to me?

Goya Soda (Soda l’imbécile)

Thought there was not much to see

Goya Soda (Soda l’imprécis)

Nose deep in his cola, this kid’s from chaos