if you'd gonna disappear
if you'd gonna disappear,
in a random evening gloom,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I'd sail crazy on the sea-foam,
with a sack that's full of clay,
and a back-full of twig-sprigs,
to reshape you from beginning
with the power of my hand;
(long and monotonous labor,
just to bring you back to life,
lovely femme adored woman),
me, a sick Pygmalion... —
c'mon, wander, Galatea
(long and monotonous labor,
just to bring you back to life,
lovely femme adored woman) [x2]
If you'd gonna disappear,
be your death made of life only,
my sweet one, my bitter one,
I'd go to the ice's countries
to rebuild you out of icicles,
dressing you into a hoarfrost, —
(after that, be free to leave
wherever your dreams may lead);
If you'd gonna truly fall
at the moment of a high reveal,
I would quietly come to you,
recompose you out of angels;
(I would quietly come to you,
recompose you out of angels) [x2]
After all this, I will leave... —
(humiliated and bamboozled)
to the side where my home is, —
(a French roof in purgatory...)
If you'd gonna disappear
from my laugh out to my weep,
I'd find you within myself
from my DNA rebuilt...
(if you'd gonna disappear...)
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
