La zik planante du jour ...

Pedalling through

The dark currents

I find

An acurate copy

A blueprint

Of the pleasure

In me  

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

A secret code carved

He offers

An handshake

Crooked

Five fingers

They formed a pattern  

Yet to be matched

On the surface simplicity

But the darkest pit  in me

It's pagan poetry

Pagan poetry

Morsecoding signals ( signals )

They pulsate (Wake me up ) and wake me up

(pulsate ) from my hibernate

On the surface simplicity

Swirling black lilies totally ripe

but the darkest pit in me

It's pagan poetry

pagan poetry

Swirling black lilies totally ripe ...

I love him, i love him

I love him, i love him

i love him , i love him

i love him, i love him

She loves him, she loves him ...

This time

(she loves him, she loves him )

I'm gonna keep me to myself

(she loves him, she loves him )

( she loves him, she loves him )

This time

I'm gonna keep my all to myself

( She loves him, she loves him )

And he makes me want  to hand myself over

( she loves him, she loves him )

( she loves him, she loves him )

And he makes me want to hand myself over ....

Bjork ( tristesse et joie , larmes et sourires , souvenirs , ma force ...)