Translation of the song lyrics Sur mon cou - Etienne Daho

Sur mon cou (original)

Sur mon cou sans armure et sans haine, mon cou
Que ma main plus l?
g?
re et grave qu’une veuve
Effleure sous mon col, sans que ton c?
ur s'?
meuve,
Laisse tes dents poser leur sourire de loup.
?
viens mon beau soleil,?
viens ma nuit d’Espagne
Arrive dans mes yeux qui seront morts demain.
Arrive, ouvre ma porte, apporte-moi ta main
M?
ne-moi loin d’ici battre notre campagne.
Le ciel peut s'?
veiller, les?
toiles fleurir,
Ni les fleurs soupirer, et des pr?
s l’herbe noire
Accueillir la ros?
e o?
le matin va boire,
Le clocher peut sonner: moi seul je vais mourir.
?
viens mon ciel de rose,?
ma corbeille blonde!
Visite dans sa nuit ton condamn?
mort.
Arrache-toi la chair, tue, escalade, mords,
Mais viens!
Pose ta joue contre ma t?
te ronde.
Nous n’avions pas fini de nous parler d’amour.
Nous n’avions pas fini de fumer nos gitanes.
On peut se demander pourquoi les Cours condamnent
Un assassin si beau qu’il fait p?
lir le jour.
Amour viens sur ma bouche!
Amour ouvre tes portes!
Traverse les couloirs, descends, marche l?
ger,
Vole dans l’escalier plus souple qu’un berger,
Plus soutenu par l’air qu’un vol de feuilles mortes.
?
traverse les murs, s’il le faut marche au bord
Des toits, des oc?
ans, couvre-toi de lumi?
re,
Use de la menace, use de la pri?
re,
Mais viens,?
ma fr?
gate, une heure avant ma mort.
(Merci? Sophie pour cettes paroles)

(translation)

On my neck without armor and without hatred, my neck
That my hand no longer
g?
re and grave than a widow
Touch under my collar, without your c?
ur if?
moose,
Let your teeth put on their wolf smile.
?
come my beautiful sun,?
come my night from Spain
Happens in my eyes which will be dead tomorrow.
Come on, open my door, bring me your hand
M?
keep me far from here to fight our campaign.
The sky can
watch, the?
blooming canvases,
Nor the flowers sigh, and pr?
s black grass
Welcome the rose?
and where?
the morning will drink,
The bell tower can ring: I alone will die.
?
come my rose sky,?
my blonde basket!
Visit in his night your condemnation?
dead.
Rip your flesh, kill, climb, bite,
But come!
Lay your cheek against my t?
round you.
We weren't done talking to each other about love.
We weren't done smoking our gypsies.
One may wonder why the Courts condemn
An assassin so handsome it looks like p?
read the day.
Love come on my mouth!
Love open your doors!
Cross the corridors, get down, walk there?
ger,
Fly up the stairs more supple than a shepherd,
More sustained by the air than a flight of fallen leaves.
?
walk through the walls, if you have to walk on the edge
Roofs, oc?
years, cover yourself with lumi?
D,
Use the threat, use the pri?
D,
But come,
my fr?
gate, an hour before I died.
(Thank you? Sophie for these lyrics)