Naïka - Belle, Belle!

Naïka - Belle, Belle!

It's seven in the morning
Hat but no rabbit
The pillowcase stained with makeup
From the magic of last night

Lipstick everywhere
She slept badly in her jewelry
Eyes feel heavy
It's no longer the magic of last night

And yet
Between the fatigue and the headache
The lingering scent of cigarettes
Happiness does not leave her
Slowly, she gets closer to the mirror
And when she sees herself face to face
You won't believe it ...

She feels beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful naturally
Keep your opinions of her
She doesn't care about your blah blah ...