My friend, I know, you only live for him
And he knows it too, but he doesn't see you
Like I do. He begs me to tell you that he confessed to me while we were drinking
That it's with your skin that he dreams of at night
And that he goes crazy with every button that
you unbutton, he thinks about your hands
He hasn't seen you shivering, waiting
for a word, any gesture, a hug.
He hasn't seen you how I see you, sighing (for him)
With your little eyes wide open
when you hear me say his name,
Oh my friend, I know it and so does he.
My friend, I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do to see you happy
I wish I could control the soul, or his freedom
Which is what he needs.
Fill your pockets with won battles,
With dreams and renewed hopes
I want to give you a poem
But you think I'm just telling on you.
My friend, maybe one day while listening to my song
Suddenly, you'll understand that I never intended
To tell your story
Because it could be moving.
But I'm sorry, my friend
It's not intelligence, not even wisdom
This is my way of saying things
It's not that it's my job, this is how I express myself.
My friend, princess of a never-ending story
My friend, I only want you to trust me to count on me
My friend, I'll see if one of these days
I finally learn to speak
Without beating around the bush
Your story is important to me
Because you're my friend
My friend, I know, you only live for him
And he knows it too, but he doesn't see you
Like I do. He begs me to tell you that he confessed to me while we were drinking
That it's with your skin that he dreams of at night
My friend, I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do to see you happy
I wish I could control the soul, or his freedom
Which is what he needs.
Fill your pockets with won battles,
With dreams and renewed hopes
I want to give you a poem
But you think I'm just telling on you.
My friend, princess of a never-ending story
My friend, I only want you to trust me to count on me
My friend, I'll see if one of these days
I finally learn to speak
Without beating around the bush
Your story is important to me
Because you're my friend