Daho

Have you seen me somewhere before?
Refresh my memory then
Ecstatic in front of a Witsen painting
In Rome, London or Rennes
You called me Etienne
Looking for the magician and his dose
New York, Café Reggio, I suppose
In the heart of drunkenness, in the midst of chaos
Leaning on a bar, you called me (Daho)
Do you have good ones in Lisbon?
Sleazy ones in Paris, Amsterdam?
Was it a bottle or an ice cube, who knows
In the dark, in the tone, whatever the abandonment
As long as it's the right one
On expert slides, you saw me slide
But slide with delight
Surely

Oh, I love everything
I want to taste you
Oh, I love everything
I want to give myself to you

Before I go
Before my funeral
To feast on life
Before I go

The arrows that Cupid shot at me
Were only axes in my back
And even if I crawled all the way down
I also surfed all the way up
On undulating peaks
Hop, I chain
From sunrise burn until morning cream

Rub against everything that moves
From palaces to dives
No, I won't spare myself or anyone
Fever is not a gift, but a due
The provocations of this damn city
Make some people hyper hostile
But me, I admit it tempts me

But I don't have red on my forehead
And I'm not on the side
And I'm not that bad
No, I'm not so cursed
My 20s, holy rod, well, I'll cut it short
From sunrise shine until morning gray

Before I go
Play loser wins
And feast on life
Before I go

But in my line of flight it broke
To stick me to your 22 summers
I abandon today my disaster attractions
And you come with me, to play airplane

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