If I'm speaking about love today
It's only to, maybe, tell you all
Without any emphasis or eloquence,
That I have written so many songs
Hiding truths
Behind wordplay.
Maybe it's because all of this
That I need to say it now...
I will speak about the laws
That turn our bodies
Into a sordid lie;
Maybe I will need to say
That laws have confused
Added value with family values.
Maybe I am wrong;
Maybe you, maybe I...
And I will speak about those people
For whom the body is a prison
Filled with vituperated passions
And, in a clandestine bed,
When night arrives at last,
They caress each other while hiding.
Maybe I am wrong;
Maybe you and I...
Love is the free and sincere
Pleasure
Of a game filled with urgent desires;
A poem about skins
In which sex is the accent
Of a simple language.
I don't know whether I am right;
Maybe you, maybe I...
If I'm speaking about love today
It's only to, maybe, tell you all
Without any emphasis or eloquence,
That I will write a thousand songs
Hiding truths
Behind wordplay.
It's only because of this
That I need to say it now...