Manhattan - LUKE

Moi qui ne croyais plus en rien

Tout était monstres à tête de chien

Sous une fenêtre gothique, m’a apparu l’enfante d’Amérique

Elle avait les bras aussi long que la mer

Et sur ses cuisses deux revolvers

L’un d’or et l’autre d’acier

Pour qui voulait l’approcher

Ses mains sur ma peau, sa crinière en flamme

Manhattan

Ses yeux dans dos, tordue mon âme

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

Le coeur bien attrofié, par la peur du danger

J’allais m’assoir à sa table, sans me sentir coupable

Mais comme toutes apparitions

Il n’y a pas de moralisation

Du doigt elle me montre un portique

Sur le quel est marqué Exit

Ses mains sur ma peau, sa crinière en flamme

Manhattan

Ses yeux dans dos, tordue mon âme

Manhattan

Des poussière d'échos, dans la cathédrale

Manhattan

Dites aux héros de ranger les armes

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

Ses mains sur ma peau, sa crinière en flamme

Manhattan

Ses yeux dans dos, tordue mon âme

Manhattan

Des poussière d'échos, dans la cathédrale

Manhattan

Dites aux héros de ranger les armes

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

Moi qui ne croyais plus en rien

Moi qui ne croyais plus en rien

Manhattan

Me who no longer believed in anything

It was all dog-headed monsters

Under a gothic window, appeared to me the child of America

She had her arms as long as the sea

And on her thighs two guns

One of gold and the other of steel

For who wanted to approach him

His hands on my skin, his mane on fire

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Her eyes in back, twisted my soul

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

The heart well attrofied, by the fear of danger

I was going to sit at his table, without feeling guilty

But like all apparitions

There is no moralizing

With her finger she shows me a gate

On which is marked Exit

His hands on my skin, his mane on fire

manhattan

Her eyes in back, twisted my soul

manhattan

Echo dust, in the cathedral

manhattan

Tell the heroes to put away the weapons

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

His hands on my skin, his mane on fire

manhattan

Her eyes in back, twisted my soul

manhattan

Echo dust, in the cathedral

manhattan

Tell the heroes to put away the weapons

Manhattan (Manhattan, Manhattan)

Me who no longer believed in anything

Me who no longer believed in anything

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