Margaux has charm, as our fathers would say
She's hit the road with her backpack
With her stunningly long legs
She operates and patrols in the slums

Because there's nothing more beautiful
There's nothing more beautiful
Than the indigo black night

Omar drags his life through the open spaces
Crying over stones and his ideals
He dreams at night of payday or holidays
Of blowing gold on his high horses

Because there's nothing too beautiful
There's nothing too beautiful
For the beautiful eyes of Margaux
There's nothing more beautiful
There's nothing more beautiful
Than the indigo black night

Marlow only has one of his two feet on the ground
He dreams of being a crooner of the new times
He throws his glass bottles against the walls
In secret, he picks up the pieces

Because he must show off
He must show off
In front of Omar and Margaux
Five senses on the stove
Love full in the ovens
Childhood on the scaffold
It's the heart when it explodes

Margaux has her big eyes glued to the sky
And her hands in those of Omar and Marlow
She has a big role in a small play
And her head on the shoulders of others

Because there's nothing more beautiful
There's nothing more beautiful
Than Margaux, Omar and Marlow

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