Honey, where are you tonight?
The stars are aligned and I
can feel your fire in my soul.
The light show of
lovesick lullabies
kept me awake for hours -
you...flashing through my memories,
tearing flawless attention
and stealing heartbeats away.
With you, when morning comes
I'd still be waiting for
a kiss goodnight.
I must admit, I'd never been so
in love before
passion burns and I'm cremated
by moonlight - shining on a
million dances and a thousand melodies
all caught on my breast.
It catches the whispers,
prayers glistening on my pillow
of what I wish to dream that night -
Je souhaite pour
les fleurs de lune
de son souffle angélique
star swinger, could you swing
some stars down to me?
It's lonely without fireflies
where lips meet my skin.
Granted, they still blink softly
on my fingertips, but I
still love to call your name.
lyrical or not, my cry still
means
Je t'aime, mon aime
translation:
1 - I wish for the moon flowers of his angelic breath.
2 - I love you, my love.
