C'est pas de l'amour [English translation]

This looks like the sweet and beautiful Tuscany of Vinci

Quiet and beautiful landscapes make men wise too

This looks like images, like warm seasons, like summer days

Like the silence after the storm, like the soft feel of velvet

It is a bit like those music that you hear without listening

Those things that never eist so much than the absence

they have left

This looks like those open roads, without curbs, without detour

The dolce vita without a doubt

But in any case, this is not love

This looks like wisdom, to these peaces signed one day

Just at the price of our youth, unheralded

It is full of caressing kisses, full of sugary childish words

Attestation of tenderness, reassuring ritual

Harmony, intelligence and reason or serenity

Conniving complicity, so much words to describe all the things it is

This is a bit of all that in turns

But in any case, this is not love

Without fear and without solitude, happiness as they say

There is so many lives without Beethoven and without opinions

Why not lives without a cry

But no matter if you're against or in favor

And in any case, this is not love

This is not love

This is not love (anymore)