Gamine [English translation]

I could catch you this way

And suddenly rip your eyes out

If you didn’t look at me

With the joy of being in love.

I could spin on my head

Become crazy in some hours

If by any chance you’d feel like

No longer believing in my happiness.

That hurts me

It burns me inside

It’s not normal

And I don’t hear my heart any more.

Those are stories

To make little girls cry;

I don’t dare to believe them,

I am no longer a little girl.

I can cry for hours

If you don’t come back right away

Or race at 100 per hour

To go and get you some fries.

If only you snap your fingers

I appear in your living-room.

But if you don’t open the door

I promise I’ll kick it down.