A Luxury
I was trying to be a soldier
But his rocket arms were much too good
I flew across the sea, and over boulder
To see a fire blazing without wood
I was trying to be a lady
I was trying to be very very nice
He was trying to make me crazy
Made me miss my igloo made of ice
It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him
It was a luxury, it was too much
Nothing really ever was surprising him
His brush and bass were what he loved to touch
I was trying to be a soldier
But his rocket arms were far too good
I flew across the sea, and over boulders
To see a fire blazing without wood
I was trying to be a lady
I was trying to be very very nice
He was trying to make me crazy
Made me miss my igloo made of ice
It was the fire of Eskimo eyes on him
It was a luxury, it was too much
Nothing really ever was surprising him
His brush and bass were what he loved to touch
Lasers never sent to strike it down
Have given up your heart without a sound
Un Lujo
Estaba tratando de ser un soldado
Pero sus brazos de cohete eran demasiado buenos
Volé sobre el mar y sobre rocas
Para ver un fuego ardiendo sin leña
Estaba tratando de ser una dama
Estaba tratando de ser muy muy amable
Él estaba tratando de volverme loca
Me hizo extrañar mi iglú hecho de hielo
Era el fuego de los ojos esquimales en él
Era un lujo, era demasiado
Nada realmente lo sorprendía
Su pincel y bajo eran lo que le encantaba tocar
Estaba tratando de ser un soldado
Pero sus brazos de cohete eran demasiado buenos
Volé sobre el mar y sobre rocas
Para ver un fuego ardiendo sin leña
Estaba tratando de ser una dama
Estaba tratando de ser muy muy amable
Él estaba tratando de volverme loca
Me hizo extrañar mi iglú hecho de hielo
Era el fuego de los ojos esquimales en él
Era un lujo, era demasiado
Nada realmente lo sorprendía
Su pincel y bajo eran lo que le encantaba tocar
Los láseres nunca enviados para derribarlo
Han entregado tu corazón sin un sonido
Escrita por: Brisa Roché / Philippe Rigal