I don’t believe in gifts,
I don’t believe in bouquets,
But if that’s what you like,
I will bring you breakfast.
I don’t believe that an outfit
Can change a clothed man.
But since you say so,
I’ll try it.
I don’t like writing;
Words are just nonsense.
But to make you happy
I’ll write a novel.
I believed myself to be happy,
It was me that I liked.
In order to count to two,
It’s you who I was waiting for.
Chorus:
It’s weird, this story.
I don’t recognise myself anymore.
It’s strange to see how I’m changing.
I didn’t see this coming.
And like a change,
I would have never believed
To be, one day, by love,
Taken by surprise.
I don’t believe in God,
Nor in his promised land.
But I would go, if you want,
To the church’s steps.
I don’t believe in promises,
I don’t believe in forevers.
But I believe that now,
Now I believe in love.
Chorus x3