Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

 

No need to lie.

Leïla knows what  

This fire under the white eyelids means

Looking down her hips,

Wet rainy words

Dying as soon as they are spoken,

Immovable tensed bodies

After the easy flashes.

 

Leïla, she knows them too well:

Fake nose and fake numbers,

Even on the ground, even dead

And still the strongest.

The sentences full of bends

Afraid of daylight,

They all hide something,

They all hunt something.

 

Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

 

There are those who weep with joy

By adding a cross,

Those who love her forever,

Taking a plane just after,

Those who have boats on theSeine

Too far for me to take you there;

Those who have castles full of gold,

Those who have harbors full of boats.

They speak so loud,

They are so many

That one tiredness’ evening she falls asleep

Against the skin of one of them,

If he is from a different kind,

A little less liar than the others,

She will have the morning’s grey

And the flowers of the wallpaper.

 

Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

Leïla, if you knew the eyes she has

When she sees the hunters approaching…

Leïla can’t do much

If she has the freshness of roses.

She is the target of your arrows,

But it’s not you she’s searching for.

 

She dreams of a fragile, a madman

Who kisses her at the fifteenth date,

Who trembles while taking her hand

And especially who says nothing.

Especially… Especially… That he says nothing!]

 

Leïla, she knows them too well:

Fake nose and fake numbers,

Even on the ground, even dead

And still the strongest.

The sentences full of bends

Afraid of daylight,

They all hide something,

They all hunt something