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