Текст песни Postmodern Jukebox ft. Cristina Gatti - Sweater Weather

Je ne suis qu'une femme

Je veux le monde entre mes mains
Je déteste la plage

Mais je reste debout

Avec mes orteils dans le sable

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Let's have an adventure

Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

She knows what I think about

And what I think about

One love, two mouths

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no

Il fait trop froid

Pour toi ici

Et maintenant

Alors, laisse-moi tenir

Tes mains dans les trous de mon pull

And if I may just take your breath away

I don't mind if there's not much to say

Sometimes the silence guides our minds

So move to a place so far away, yeah

The goose bumps start to raise

The minute that my left hand meets your face

And then I touch your face

Put my finger on your tongue

'Cause you love to taste, yeah

Ces cœurs adorent

Tout le monde les autres battent plus forts

Inside this place is warm

Outside it starts to pour

Coming down

One love, one house

No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no

'Cause it's too cold

For you here, so now

So let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

(Whistling)

'Cause it's too cold

For you here

So now, let me hold

Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

The holes of my sweater...