Small, round, solitary cloud
In the sky, neglected shapes...
The light, the spark that says to him That mine languishes of him, but

I apprehend the shadow
That it casts on me, when things aren't going well
Understands its shades
Help it if it has confidence in me
To cut the machine, that makes rain, to change life
So that all is possible, it's Amelie who told it to me...

Amelie has gold to give
Melody of life, it is the odyssey
Amelie, it sounds like amity
Poetry at the edge of lips

Amelie has gold to give
Amelie's words are sweet like honey
Amelie, cuddly or cajoled
Melody of life, ode to my own

Alone in my photo booth
I'm not pretty, but it is in union
That we call, look for, and follow each other, but
Me, I stay up. Amelie too.
The May lights
They (are) so soft, so timid
Drew the gestures
And the lipstick, on my lips...