Drawing Curtains - Buck 65

Ma foix, my force, ma voix, my vows

Gypsy Madonna, all your beauty’s

In your eyebrows

Don’t touch them, je fais le dernier parti, silently

Finally.

I feel all the furies of love violently

Flowers in the rain, wild fires in the orchard

Singing through the pain, I beg to feel tortured

Sugar and chaos, everyone else is boring

Let’s make dirty babies until the morning

Love sick how much deeper still can this get?

Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it

Je joue à l’envers de l’amour étroit

Je jouis le mystère de l’amour courtois

Making the fortune of fools seems unbelievable

You’re naked except for my diamond

Impure evil

I’m touching for his pleasures in the dark

I’m dying

Well I’m dead too.

I want to spend the rest of my life trying

Tout contre, swallowing, le monde, hoping

Je dessine a la sanguine le lit, blowing kisses

Where you open

Filthy.

I was guilty at first sight to be possessed

Facing your waterfall my frenzy is confessed

Love sick how much deeper still can this get?

Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it

Je joue à l’envers de l’amour étroit

Je jouis le mystère de l’amour courtois

Passing fire back and forth, until the legs

Dance hysterical

Trying to vanish, I enter the miracle

I pay everyday my heavy pleasure to be your sin

You’re taming my measure being out

Or being in

For la pluie, for religion, for la glace, forbidden

It’s continuous, I come and go between your kidneys hidden

After the holy mess we make you wash my hair

While the smoke makes pretty designs in the air…

Love sick how much deeper still can this get?

Show me where it hurts and let me kiss it

Je joue à l’envers de l’amour étroit

Je jouis le mystère de l’amour courtois