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There is nothing softer than your hand
On my neck, when suddenly comes
Melancholy, end of weekend
Commuter train to Bourg-la-Reine
There's nothing hotter than your body
When they come back from the dead
The ghosts of vanished summers
The beach in November, in the rain

You know lonely men, you know sad children
And you know the sorrows that persist
You know the pale hours, you know the blurry moments
And then you know the cure for everything

Cold or fever
Nothing can resist your lips
Everything bows everything lies down
Nothing can resist your mouth

There is nothing better than your heart
When by chance, or by misfortune
The memory of lost years
Makes my gaze dilute

You know the old world, you know the cruel time
And you know the regrets that get involved
You know the low blows, the slaps on the cheeks
And then you know the cure for everything

Boredom or hunger
Nothing can resist your kidneys
Everything goes backwards, everything falters
Nothing can resist your hips

There is nothing shorter than these nights
Passed against you in this bed
Nights spent sleeping standing up
Against you who are for me, everything

For me, everything