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She's An Handsome Woman
  Version originale

Innocence.
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers,
send for all your absent lovers things.

Sheepish Wolves.
Looking lived in eating buttons,
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me.

Accidents.
Let the evening in the backdoor,
filled the room ceiling to the floor.

Beat backbones.
Grazed the poem and made it strange,
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.

Go on,
grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.

Jealous orchard.
The sky is falling off the ceiling
while I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar.

Bombed reverie.
It's useless searching in the cupboards
when everything you have is on your back.


  Traduction

Innocence.
Le lueur s'est affaiblie et a coulé dans un abri,
A envoyer à tous tes trucs d'amoureux absents.

Loups penauds.
Ayant l'air d'avoir vécu en mangeant des boutons,
Clin d'oeil, ne mets pas tes dents sur moi.

Accidents.
Laisse le soir à la porte,
Qui a rempli la pièce du plafond jusqu'au sol.

Battement de l'ossature.
A écorché le poème et l'a rendu étrange,
Je n'étais pas né pour être un squelette.

Continue,
Attrape un chapeau et amène une caméra.
Continue, filme le monde avant que cela n'arrive.

Verger jaloux.
Le ciel tomble du plafond
Alors que je remplis de bobards la boîte de cookies.

Rêverie bombardée.
Il est inutile de chercher dans les placards
Alors que tout ce que tu as est sur ton dos.