Cibelle - Mad Man Song

He likes sipping his tea
Slowly from the tip of the tea pot
From the tip when the pot is hot
When he's not lonely...

I'm lonely not, he has it his peers
I'm dancing around hands and
He sheds some tears
When she's not there
He's quiet he is
He's quiet without she

Ce thé va t'il m'ôter ma toux
Le lourd chagrin d'un coeur fragile et fou
D'extases va t'il me rendre souple
Combler le vide, tenir le coup
Attendant une nouvelle aurore sentimentale
M'abreuve de ce liquide à la couleur pale
Mes vers vains se noient dans ma verveine
S'use mon latin à perdre haleine

Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down her skin

The lady with the tea pot taking him within
He's going crazy with this long long
There walking down the street
With this flower shirt, his loneliness and his thirst for tea

Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality
Mad man walking down a string
Mad man walking down a string with reality