ETAT DE NECESSITÉ

You puzzle me                                      
But that’s just an elegant way                                         
To say I love you                              
I don’t have a good command of language 
But I enjoy close contact     
 
Treat me like a goddess         
Treat me like a goddess         
Touch me softly and slowly   
Touch me softly and slowly   
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… 

Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again   
Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again    
 
I like playing with  indecent pretence    
Whispering  things that make no sense   
After all you’ve guessed I’m a bigot at heart   
I should’ve been a nun not a little tart           
 
Treat me like a goddess 
Treat me like a goddess 
Cheeky little girl    
Cheeky little girl 
Touch me softly and slowly   
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… 

Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again   
Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again    
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…

Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Et tes lames n’y pourront rien changer
Comme dit si bien verlaine au vent mauvais
Je suis veneu te dire que je m’en vais

Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Tes sanglots longs n’y pourront rien changer
Comme dit si bien verlaine au vent mauvais
Je suis veneu te dire que je m’en vais

Tu t’souviens des jours anciens et tu pleures
Tu soffoques, tu blémis à présent qu’à sonné l’heure
Des adieux à jamais (ouais)
Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais 

Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Tes sanglots longs n’y pourront rien changer
Comme dit si bien verlaine au vent mauvais
Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais

Tu t’souviens des jours anciens et tu pleures
Tu soffoques, tu blémis à présent qu’à sonné l’heure
Des adieux à jamais (ouais)
Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Je t’aimais, oui, mais

Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Je suis venue te dire que je m’en vais
Je t’aimais, oui, mais

Narcissist, butter me up with words 
That melt under the hot breath of passion 
Narcissist, transparency and mystery 
Cover me with oil, almonds and vanity 
Shape me… 
Tell  me the stories you like to invent 
Frighten me 
Tell me about new exciting victories 
Win me over, invent me, give me a new identity 
Stun me, leave me defenceless and then strike
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Narcissist, butter me up with words 
That hide the proverbial selfishness of your intentions
Narcissist, what a sublime façade
Shower me with elegant lavish attentions  
Inspire me 
Tell  me the stories you like to invent 
Frighten me 
Tell me about new exciting victories 
Win me over, invent me, give me a new identity 
Stun me, leave me defenceless and then strike
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Win me over 
Win me over 
Win me over 

I am perfecting unexplored 
seduction techniques
I am in the grip of the most  naive  perversion 
Let yourself be corrupted  
This is a state of necessity     
Congenital hormonal euphoria
This is a case of extreme emergency 
 
Jump on top of me Doctor go on devour me 
Tear me apart  study me in depth 
This is an emergency no need to be embarrassed jump on me 
I can’t wait 
 
I am pandering to an instinctive inclination   
Worthy of a thousand  Jenna Jamesons 
I enjoy not letting sleeping beasts lie 
Being bitten 
This is a state of necessity 
Congenital hormonal euphoria 
This is a case of extreme emergency 
A dionysian tendency to exaggerate
 
Jump on top of me Doctor go on devour me 
Tear me apart  study me in depth 
This is an emergency no need to be embarrassed jump on me 
I can’t wait
Jump on top of me Doctor go on devour me 
Tear me apart  study me in depth 
This is an emergency no need to be embarrassed jump on me 
...la la la la....

I may seem sufficiently nostalgic and weather sensitive to you
I may seem like a woman not prone to tears 
With little patience 
Knowing that I am a block of stone  
Boredom destroys the will to change   
 
I should reassess everything from the beginning
Find the strength and the nerve to do it 
I already know that for a moment it will be deep winter
for a moment it will be deep winter
 
I may seem incoherent to you 
Not very trustworthy unreliable 
I may seem like a prize idiot  to you 
Prone to sudden bursts of enthusiasm and depression  
Ask me once more if I cry
If my critical equilibrium is lost once more 
 
I should reassess everything from the beginning
Find the strength and the nerve to do it 
I already know that for a moment it will be deep winter
for a moment it will be deep winter
I should reassess everything from the beginning
Find the strength and the nerve to do it 
I already know that for a moment it will be deep winter
for a moment it will be deep winter
 
I don’t feel I have security and support
Perhaps sooner or later I will lose my love 
For little things 
The smell of November drawing to a close 
 
I may seem nostalgic…..

I’m looking at a photo of my mother
She was happy she must have been about three  
She was clutching  a doll close to her chest         
A most coveted gift.
It was her birthday party
In faded black and white .
 
I look at my mother in those days and I see 
The same smile on her face as mine.
And to think of all the times I felt she was distant 
And to think of all the times… 
I would have liked to talk to her about me at least ask her to explain 
Those long hostile moments of silence and indifference 
Invariably    
I would appear inflexible, beyond reach and proud
Deeply resolute fearing foolish rivalry  
 
I’m looking at a photo of my mother
She was happy she must have been about twenty 
Hair tied up in a silk scarf 
A vacant look upon her face.
A clear view of a radiant Catania 
In the sixties 
I scrutinize her closely and thoroughly and  find
The same look on her face as mine.
 
And to think of all the times I felt she was distant 
And to think of all the times… 
I would have liked to talk to her about me at least ask her to explain 
Those long hostile moments of silence and arbitrary indolence 
Invariably    
I would appear inflexible, beyond reach and proud
Deeply resolute fearing an innate rivalry. 
 
I would have liked to talk to her about me at least ask her to explain... 
I would have liked to talk to her about me at least ask her to explain...

You look for shelter and brotherly love 
You hold your arms out towards the mirror  
you stumble and with a stern look on your face     
you mumble a sad Modugno song       
about violins played by the wind       
the last kiss my sweet child                
burns on your face like drops of lemon juice  
the courageous bravery  of a ferocious farewell   
but those are tears and it’s raining
and it’s raining  
it’s raining … 
Magical quiet, veiled indulgence
After a  relentless storm
You catch your breath and with intense ardour
Celebrate a meek, unusual awakening 
A thousand violins played by the wind
The last embrace my beloved child 
In the tenuous memory of a silver rainfall 
A remorseless sense of no return 
In those violins played by the wind 
The last kiss my sweet child 
burns on your face like drops of lemon juice  
the courageous bravery of a ferocious farewell   
but those are tears and it’s raining
and it’s raining  
and it’s raining
it’s raining … 

It amuses me to watch you making superhuman efforts
To appear convincing and intriguing 
I hate to admit that you look better to me 
In a white silk gown

You’d be like a sultan  
Behind a counter selling 
Homegrown products and entrecòtes from Provence
I feel excited by five grams of manliness    
I’m worried at the thought of a blade sinking deep 
I can’t resist it’s an obsessive thought you
With a silk gown and your unmistakeable charm    
 
It amuses me to watch you making superhuman efforts
To appear more attractive and seductive 
I hate to admit that I find you have become worse  
All languishing looks and seaside sexy  
 
You’d be like a sultan  
Behind a counter selling 
Homegrown products and entrecòtes from Provence
I feel excited by five grams of manliness    
I’m worried at the thought of a blade sinking deep 
I can’t resist it’s an obsessive thought you
With a silk gown and your unmistakeable charm  
I can’t resist it’s an obsessive thought you
With a silk gown and your unmistakeable charm  
unmistakeable charm  
unmistakeable charm  
unmistakeable charm  
unmistakeable charm  

Cautious indifference         
Behind  meticulous attention giving 
I consider myself sincere 
I detest your dismal ambitions 
 
I’m not very good at asking 
I’m not like you at all
I have gone beyond all limits  
 
For you amado senor
I shattered all barriers
But you won’t know 
I hit rock bottom long ago

Exemplary cohabitation 
Darling, dinner’s ready, it’ll get cold
A splendid guise
Amid dull demonstrations of habitual affection 
 
And I surprise myself crying 
I almost feel sorry for myself 
I’ve gone beyond all limits 
 
For you amado senor
I smothered my distress 
Any form of vitality 
For your personal gain 
For you amado senor
I smothered my distress 
For you amado senor
I smothered my distress 
For you amado senor
I shattered all barriers
But you won’t know 
I hit rock bottom long ago 
For you amado senor
For you amado senor

Of course I  realize the spell is broken
And we have laid down our wings 
Amid stage clothes and make-up  
Of course you will know how to skilfully land on your feet 
With superb charm and style  
You will have calculated this too  
 
Sweet escapism and then home again   
The front door, electricity and gas   
The usual photos on the fridge and    
The thought of being elsewhere     

I’m drifting away from you  
And joking aside it is the last romantic sacrifice 
I’m drifting away from you  
From the small charming fragments of sweetness 
I realize I’m drifting further and further away from you
 
Of course I  realize the spell has broken
And with nonchalance we dealt with 
The brief inevitable epilogue 
 
Sweet escapism and then home again   
The front door, electricity and gas   
The usual photos on the fridge and    
The thought of being elsewhere     
 
I’m drifting away from you  
And joking aside it is the last romantic sacrifice 
I’m drifting away from you 
From the small charming fragments of sweetness 
I realize I’m drifting further and further away from you
And joking aside it is the last romantic sacrifice 
 
I’m drifting away from you…

You’ve come to convince me
Or blame me for what I have yet to learn
You have come to take me back sick Orpheus 
You give strength and courage to your sublime song
Take me with you don’t look back 
Lead me to the light of day 
Take me with you don’t leave me 
I am blindfolded but  already feel the heat 

It’s time for me to wake up
It’s time to be reborn 
I feel your hands upon me 
And it is a warm reminder because 
I need to wake up 
Take care of you 
Come back to life…..

You came to defend me
To free me excessively imposing your obstinacy 
You came to take me back
A hero distracted by voices that lead to temptation
Take me with you don’t listen to them
Lead me to the light of day 
Take me with you don’t leave me
The way through is near I already feel the warmth 

It’s time I woke up
It’s time to be reborn 
I feel your hands upon me 
And it is a warm reminder because 
I need to wake up 
It’s time to wake up
Come back to life…..
Come back to life…..
Come back to life…..
Come back to life

On the verge of glory that does not exist 
Disenchanted, powerless  for having
Lost sight of 
Lost sight of 
yourself
 
Hanging on to the cries of a crowd that does not exist 
Bitter, disoriented for having
Lost sight of 
Lost sight of 
Yourself 
 
You’re living in a state of precarious equilibrium 
 
Lying in the shade 
Of a life that does not exist 
Feeling torment and regret 
For having 
Lost sight of
Lost sight of
Yourself 
 
You’re living in a state of precarious equilibrium 
 
On the verge of glory that does not exist 
Demotivated, dissatisfied  for having
Lost sight of 
Lost sight of 
yourself

Too tired to think 
Perhaps I was on the point of understanding something
I can no longer speak 
Perhaps because I have nothing more to say
 
Don’t hate me
 
Many things to be done    
In this inexplicable tangle of intent     
I find it difficult to put up with 
The terrible unfounded accusations of yesterday 
 
Don’t hate me  
 
Sometimes what’s important is to see yourself as being more beautiful 
Just enough to feel the world is close
And  not perfect
 
Enchanting perception 
Nighttime brings valuable advice
I don’t know how to control 
The inhibited instincts of uncertain logic 
 
Don’t hate me

Sometimes what’s important is to see yourself as being more beautiful 
Just enough to feel the world is close 
And not perfect

You puzzle me                                      
But that’s just an elegant way                                         
To say I love you                              
I don’t have a good command of language 
But I enjoy close contact     
 
Treat me like a goddess         
Treat me like a goddess         
Touch me softly and slowly   
Touch me softly and slowly   
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… 

Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again   
Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again    
 
I like playing with  indecent pretence    
Whispering  things that make no sense   
After all you’ve guessed I’m a bigot at heart   
I should’ve been a nun not a little tart           
 
Treat me like a goddess 
Treat me like a goddess 
Cheeky little girl    
Cheeky little girl 
Touch me softly and slowly   
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… 

Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again   
Leave me enough breath to say it again   
Leave me enough breath to do it again    
Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…

Narcissist, butter me up with words 
That melt under the hot breath of passion 
Narcissist, transparency and mystery 
Cover me with oil, almonds and vanity 
Shape me… 
Tell  me the stories you like to invent 
Frighten me 
Tell me about new exciting victories 
Win me over, invent me, give me a new identity 
Stun me, leave me defenceless and then strike
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Narcissist, butter me up with words 
That hide the proverbial selfishness of your intentions
Narcissist, what a sublime façade
Shower me with elegant lavish attentions  
Inspire me 
Tell  me the stories you like to invent 
Frighten me 
Tell me about new exciting victories 
Win me over, invent me, give me a new identity 
Stun me, leave me defenceless and then strike
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Embrace me and intoxicate me with irony and sensuality
Win me over 
Win me over 
Win me over