Elle regarde le soleil se lever.
Et voilà, elle l’aime.
Et celui qui n’était rien devient la nourriture de ses rêves,
Elle l’aime.
Et il coule dans son sang,
Elle l’aime.
Et il déchire les pages du scénario qu’elle s’etait écrit,
Elle l’aime.
Et il envahit ses nuits.


I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
She loves him, she loves him
I'm gonna keep it to myself
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
This time
I'm gonna keep me all to myself
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him, she loves him
She loves him, she loves him
And he makes me want to hurt myself again

Bjork, Pagan Poetry