It may be this
Love, the great Love
It may be this
Which has caught me in my turn
This I don't know what
Which sends shivers up
And suddenly makes hot
While everyone's cold
It may be this
Which makes beat my heart
And, for hours,
Will makes you stand here
In front of a phone
To hear a voice
In front of a phone
That won't ring
It may be this
Love, the great Love
It may be this
Which has caught me in my turn
This brutal feeling,
When everything was fine,
Feeling very rough
Without knowing where it comes from
It may be this
Which makes cry from laugh
And makes you run
At midnight in the rain,
In the rain, with no coat
Bellowing the weather's nice
Bellowing there's nothing more beautiful
Than life
Before, just before
Getting into the water...
It may be this
Love... the great Love! ...