I won't come near
Your garden
I'll never touch
Your flower
The fantasy
That your slight proximity
And its colour gave me
Is better
You never suspected
The metaphor
And what it can achieve
You'll never understand
The lightness
Of that which doesn't know
Where it's going
I prefer platonic love
Consolation of lonely fools
I prefer impossible love
Consolation of having lost too much
And like this with your image
I'll walk hand in hand
For having wanted you
So much
It's better if I unsheathe
A melody
To do the honours
To your fantasy
I prefer platonic love
Consolation of lonely fools
I prefer impossible love
Consolation of having lost too much
What unrest there is
In my heart
And that, without me having
Approached your balcony
Yes, how wonderful is
Disenchantment
Yes it makes everything look
Better imagined
(Better imagined)
I prefer platonic love
Consolation of lonely fools
I prefer impossible love
Consolation of having lost too much