Elle veut bien croire [English translation]

She really wants to believe in Heaven,

in spirits, in wizards.

To believe in the news of the morning,

even if it's hard, she really wants to.

But to believe that someone else has taken her place

in each one of your words of love?

That she has drawn a dead-end

and must put an end to you?

'Cause time goes by like lightning

and leaves nothing of gold but pieces

of the coin that we all see on the ground

but no one bends down for.

She really wants to believe

all the lies, in all deities, all the stories.

In all the mirages, in all the longings, in all the chances.

She really wants to believe in all the excuses for being late

and not see the times in which your nose grows.

But she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

Not that, she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

She really wants to believe in fate,

in Santa Claus, in Martians.

To believe in the circus of the politicians,

even if it's hard, she really wants to.

But to believe someone else has put

her hands on your velvet skin?

That you won't ever again answer

all her calls for help?

'Cause time goes by like lightning

and leaves nothing of gold but pieces

of the coin that we all see on the ground

but no one bends down for.

She really wants to believe

all the lies, in all deities, all the stories.

In all the mirages, in all the longings, in all the chances.

She really wants to believe in all the excuses for being late

and not see the times in which your nose grows.

But she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

Not that, she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

She really wants to believe in miracles,

in ghosts, in coincidences.

She really wants to believe in oracles,

in all the excuses for your absences.

She really wants to believe in a hand with four aces,

in horoscopes, in werewolves,

but not believe that the time that passes

may have passed you by as well.

She really wants to believe

all the lies, in all deities, all the stories.

In all the mirages, in all the longings, in all the chances.

She really wants to believe in all the excuses for being late

and not see the times in which your nose grows.

All the lies, in all deities, all the stories.

In all the mirages, in all the longings, in all the chances.

She really wants to believe in all the excuses for being late

and not see the times in which your nose grows.

But she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

Not that, she can't believe that you don't love her anymore.

That you don't love her anymore.