Strolling around, smelling,
Smelling the unusual flame...
Losing your winning hand, your pride...
Thanks God, we are always at the mercy
Of a spark,
Somewhere in Paris,
At the far end of a hotel bar,
From the next life on
I dream for us to always be faithful,
What an adventure, what an adventure...
Lyrics by Benjamin Biolay translated into English by me [link]
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