OK… it’s Monday… so what? If the night’s already sleepless—let it be OUR night. Girls’ night. No snoring. No cats. No guys. Just us. Just rhythm. Just fire. Put on your clay mask and cucumber eyes, Cover the marks that steal your smile. Nails check—red as the scars we survived. Now lift your glass… one toast for the ones who aren’t invited... Let’s go. "Cœur de feu…" Sweetheart, shake it like you mean it, Let the jungle beat ignite your spirit. Lose the noise, leave the world behind— This is our temple, built on bass and understand. Hands up high, scream through the music, Forget the neighbors— return to basic Put your clay mask on… Let the past melt off your skin. Paint those nails like they’re burning sin. Toast to freedom. Toast to pain. Toast to me and you! La nuit est à nous, rien ne peut nous briser, Le feu dans nos veines, personne peut l’éteindre. Danse, danse, laisse le monde tomber, C’est notre heure — viens brûler avec moi. You saw me glowing with the morning light, And I saw you — fierce, fragile, alive. From sunrise whispers to midnight sparks, It’s just us, no shadows, no masks. No one else gets it — just your eyes and mine, We lift each other, we rise every time. In this beat, in this moment, we stay, Together 'til the last drop of night fades away. Cucumbers, clay, and a soul on fire, Red nails like war paint, climbing higher. We don’t need sleep—we need the beat. Raise your glass. Toast. Repeat. La nuit est à nous… Tes yeux dans les miens — comme des miroirs, On danse ensemble, même quand tout s’écroule, Just us two — no crowd, no rules. We hold each other, we don’t let go. The fire in our veins… It’s love, it’s wild, it’s soul to soul. Danse, danse, jusqu’à la dernière lumière, Tu es moi, je suis toi — sororité sans fin. From the first ray to the last spark, We burn — together — in the dark.
