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
Um Luxo
Eu estava tentando ser um soldado
Mas os braços de foguete dele eram bons demais
Voei pelo mar, e por cima das pedras
Pra ver um fogo ardendo sem lenha
Eu estava tentando ser uma dama
Eu estava tentando ser muito, muito legal
Ele estava tentando me deixar louca
Me fez sentir falta do meu iglu de gelo
Era o fogo dos olhos de um esquimó nele
Era um luxo, era demais
Nada realmente o surpreendia
Seu pincel e baixo eram o que ele amava tocar
Eu estava tentando ser um soldado
Mas os braços de foguete dele eram bons demais
Voei pelo mar, e por cima das pedras
Pra ver um fogo ardendo sem lenha
Eu estava tentando ser uma dama
Eu estava tentando ser muito, muito legal
Ele estava tentando me deixar louca
Me fez sentir falta do meu iglu de gelo
Era o fogo dos olhos de um esquimó nele
Era um luxo, era demais
Nada realmente o surpreendia
Seu pincel e baixo eram o que ele amava tocar
Láseres nunca foram enviados pra derrubá-lo
Desistiram do seu coração sem um som
Composição: Brisa Roché, Philippe Rigal