Lyrics:
Isabelle Boulay La Lune

est mauve et la froide lune est ronde Je suis une fauve libre et seule au Monde La ville a une voix Qui me parle de toi La lune Est la complice De ce

Snow in a soulless city Covers up the cracks in the road As a wastrel buys her cigarettes And wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis imitator These

Snow in a soulless city covers up the cracks in the road As a wastrel buys her cigarettes and wipes her pretty nose Like a part-time Elvis imitator