Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, pourquoi dormier?
Stay awake now, stay awake for me,
Do not die in my arms.
Stay awake now, stay awake for me
I fear my disease has coloured you
I fear my disease has coloured you
Brother John, Brother John,
I fear my disease has coloured you
Stay awake for me, stay awake for me
Do not die, do not die
Stay awake now, stay awake for me
I fear my disease has coloured, coloured you...
At the foot of a forest of dark hair
Is a door there, and here comes the key
Where the grammar of one finger
Forms the language of this ecstasy
Where the back of your neck
Meets the back of my neck
Meets the back of your neck
Meets the back of my neck, oh
It's a special kind of marriage
That may not shout its name
And though the missile learns its target
What sediments should stay
Where the back of your neck
Meets the back of my neck
Meets the back of my breast
Meets the back of my leg
Meets the back of your neck
Meets the back of my head
Meets the back
The back can be yours
Be yours
Be yours
Beyond
This a marriage
This is our marriage