In fake furs
Cigarettes on our lips
Licking our wounds to be part of our dreams
Alone we are much less strong, we are even more beautiful
And we end up outside
Never to drink water again

But scream, pretend to be beautiful
Pretend to be crazy
Your kisses that lead me to the parties
Moscow Street

In jackets too short
Fingers placed on our mouths
We don't give a damn, as long as it's us being touched
Dirty, we are much taller
Taller than all our poems
Which by surpassing us
Sends us back what we love

But scream, pretend to be beautiful
Pretend to be crazy
Your kisses that lead me to the parties
Moscow Street

In borrowed bodies
Skins we don't know
We look at our reflection
And we lick our fingers
Crazy with desire
But when we come back
When it's time to leave
We realize we are nothing

But scream, pretend to be beautiful
Pretend to be crazy
But burn, pretend to be queen
Pretend to be crazy
Nothing is more immortal in our wars
Moscow Street
Moscow Street
Moscow Street
Moscow Street

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES