IMPOSSIBLE
I want the blue, the colour of your eyes
You say “impossible”
And I look around you, the blue drives the clouds
I close your eyes.
I want the blond, the colour of your hair
You say “impossible”
I run one’s fingers through it, your blond is my light
You trim your hair.
Babe, when you creep into my bed
What’s the colour of your dream?
And in the night, my dear
Is there a rainbow in our sky?
I want the transparent to see the colour of your heart
You say “impossible”
I put my lips on the glass, transparent and champagne
You drink my heart
You want the French, the colour of your language
I say « impossible »
Et je reste sans mot dire
J’ai le français en cavale
Et pour l’amour
I play with this language
Babe, when you creep into my bed
What’s the colour of your dream?
And in the night, my dear
Is there a rainbow in our sky?
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