Four consonants and three vowels in the name of Raphaël.
I whisper it to myself and each letter makes me marvel.
It's the trema that catches me in the name of Raphaël,
As it mixes with "a" and "e", and intertwines with "L", Raphaël...
He seems an angel, but he's a devil of love,
Cos of the tip of his hips and his velvet stare,
When he looks my way, when he looks my way, my nights are bright.
And they last forever.... Hmm
I love the taste of the honeyed notes, in the name of Raphael.
I murmur his name to my alarm clock, in the embrace of sleep,
And to make the day beautiful, I perfume myself with Raphael...
Skin with heartache, eternal painter, strange archangel from another sky...
No delight, no spark, no passion without Raphael,
The days turn boring without him, but with him bored nights are more beautiful.
No worries, no preludes, no promises to eternity,
Just love in our bed, just a life of rainbow skies, Raphael....
He seems so wise, and his words are velvet,
His voice deep and his unwavering gaze,
When he talks, when he invents, I can listen to him
Night and day... Hmm.
Four consonants and three vowels in the name of Raphael.
|1.||Quelqu’un m’a dit|
|6.||Mon amour mom ami|
|1.||de plus belle|