I am not playing in the courtyard
The bell has rung but I am deaf
Sitting under a tree without stirring
I watch without breathing ... without breathing
I want her to love me
I want her to love me
When she gets too close to me
I tend to lose my composure
At eight years old how can I explain to her
That I am not playing, this is for real ... for real
I want her to love me
I want her to love me
Tomorrow I have invited her
I have no idea what we can play
Girls don't like soccer
I am starting to panic because ...
I want her to love me
I want her to love me
When I grow up we will get married
And I want it to always be like this
And for her to never get the idea
To one day want to divorce me, divorce me
I want her to love me
I want her to love me