Lux

I’m a moth

I cling to my friends

To get the the best rays of light

The ones that stick to your skin

I’m shining ! Oh! look…I’m shining!

I’m burning ! Oh! look …I’m burning!

CHORUS

I want Lux

I’m not Robin Hood

I love the black light of Wood

I want to be seen in the woods

Playing the oud, playing the oud

I’m not very bright

Neither glow-worm, nor coleoptera

I just want to rub my backside

In the light of a street-lamp

I’m shining ! Oh! look…I’m shining!

I’m burning ! Oh! look …I’m burning!

Although I see clearly that

The light does nothing for my complexion

I’d die for a dream born of Adam and Eve

CHORUS