بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Oh, Ava, je sais, tu sors encore ce soir
Ses bras t’attendront dans le noir, plus forts
Qu’hier au bar
Oh, Ava, tu crées l’envie sur ton passage
Tu hurles sous tes airs de Paname, Madame
Tu aimes sans âme
Mais moi je te sens
Trembler lorsqu’il prend sans gêne son temps
Pour dire ce qu’il aime
Chez les autres qui paradent sur ta peine
Oh, l’aime si tu veux, mais son rire laisse une trace
Et, des blessures, tu peux renaître si tu t’arraches
De ses mots, de promesses, de mensonges qui blessent
Mais ne sors pas si tu souffres, mon Ava
Oh, Ava, tu relis ces mots sans relâche
De lettres de trois phrases qui t’arrachent ton âge
Tu sais qu’il est lâche
Mais Ava, il ne te prend que pour une naïve
Quand il t’embrasse, tu reprends vie
Mais lui il loue son lit
Mais moi je te sens
Trembler lorsqu’il prend sans gêne son temps
Pour dire ce qu’il aime
Chez les autres qui paradent sur ta peine
Oh, l’aime si tu veux, mais son rire laisse une trace
Et, des blessures, tu peux renaître si tu t’arraches
De ses mots, de promesses, de mensonges qui blessent
Mais ne sors pas si tu souffres, mon Ava
english lyric
Oh, Ava I know, you're going out again tonight
His arms will be waiting for you in the dark, stronger
Than yesterday, at the bar
Oh, Ava, you arouse desire in your wake
You scream under your Parisian appearance, Madam
You love with no soul
But I feel you
Shaking when he shamelessly takes his time
To tell you what he loves
About the others who are triumphing over your sorrow
Oh, love him if you like, but his laughter leaves a mark
And you can rise from your wounds if you tear yourself
Away from his hurtful words, promises and lies
But don't go out if you're hurting, oh my Ava
Oh, Ava, you read those words over and over again
From three-sentence-long letters which tear your age off you
You know he's a coward
But Ava, he just thinks you're a fool
When he kisses you, you feel like living again
But he's really just renting his bed
But I feel you
Shaking when he shamelessly takes his time
To tell you what he loves
About the others who are triumphing over your sorrow
Oh, love him if you like, but his laughter leaves a mark
And you can rise from your wounds if you tear yourself
Away from his hurtful words, promises and lies
But don't go out if you're hurting, oh my Ava
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