Lyrics and translation Gudrun Gut - Firething (Ian Pooley Mix)

Firething (Ian Pooley Mix)

[Anita:]
What did you think when you saw his hands?

[Gudrun:]
I wondered if they could kill people

[Anita:]
Yeah, it's always like that
Why are you crying?
Why are you crying?

[Gudrun:]
There's a girl going blind on TV

[Anita:]
Yeah, "Little House on the Prairie"

[Gudrun:]
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
His firething, his firething

How his hands melt clean like a good father's
Like Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held things
And the candles shined, the lips of his mouth
And how something sparkled in them

[Gudrun:]
I know he was home when you telephoned
He is passive-aggressive
He hates women

[Anita:]
His touch opens worlds, it rages, it riots, it reveals not too much, me neither
It's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman Rushdie, it's fugitive in my blood

[Gudrun:]
He won't cure you of your memories
And he might give you pictures you can never shake

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething

[Gudrun:]
Optional firething

[Anita:]
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething, firething
How he lets me use his firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething
How he lets me use his firething, firething
How he lets me use his firething, his firething, his firething

[Gudrun:]
He lets you use his lighter

Firething (Ian Pooley Mix)

[Anita:]
Qu'as-tu pensé en voyant ses mains ?

[Gudrun:]
Je me suis demandé si elles pouvaient tuer des gens.

[Anita:]
Oui, c'est toujours comme ça.
Pourquoi tu pleures ?
Pourquoi tu pleures ?

[Gudrun:]
Il y a une fille qui devient aveugle à la télévision.

[Anita:]
Oui, "La Petite Maison dans la Prairie".

[Gudrun:]
A quoi tu penses ?
A quoi tu penses ?

[Anita:]
A la façon dont il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Son briquet, son briquet.

Comme ses mains fondent proprement comme celles d'un bon père.
Comme celles de Gregory Peck, comment ses yeux tenaient des choses.
Et les bougies brillaient, les lèvres de sa bouche.
Et comme quelque chose brillait dedans.

[Gudrun:]
Je sais qu'il était à la maison quand tu as téléphoné.
Il est passif-agressif.
Il déteste les femmes.

[Anita:]
Son toucher ouvre des mondes, il fait rage, il se rebelle, il ne révèle pas trop, moi non plus.
C'est un zig-zag sexy, c'est Salman Rushdie, c'est un fugitif dans mon sang.

[Gudrun:]
Il ne te guérira pas de tes souvenirs.
Et il pourrait te donner des images que tu ne pourras jamais oublier.

[Anita:]
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.

[Gudrun:]
Briquet facultatif.

[Anita:]
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet, son briquet, briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet, son briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet, briquet.
Comme il me laisse utiliser son briquet, son briquet, son briquet.

[Gudrun:]
Il te laisse utiliser son briquet.