beautiful girl

From the bottom of my street
A silhouette as an acute noise
It brings up to my naked eyes
The silhouette is a girl
Day national holiday
Ronflante as a squadron
Who dominates my moral
I look at my smile
I drop the custody and eyes to tell me

refrain:
Miss Belle
Who will press in the aisle
His approach gives wings
But I dare not m'emballer
If I ever m'approche it,
No doubt it
S'envole
As a swallow

From the middle of my street
The silhouette as a cloud
S'éloigne without a noise
So this is serious
It's shaking my head in
Dopé in order to please
It's not really the feast
Yet I look like him
What have I done good god
To be faithful to that admission

Laughing

Inaccessible as a swallow

I calculate in my head
Dopé in order to please
It is still the feast
The fantasy that can distract
I n'suis not perfect
Thank you my God
But I draw a line under this admission