He, who observes you, from his corner
You, who is nervous, inside your armchair
He, who caresses you, from the depth of his eyes
You, who lets yourself go, taking his joy
And me, in my corner, since I say nothing
I remark everything
And me, in my corner, I bite the bullet
Seeing the End is near
He, who gazes at you, fiercely
You, who approves him, by your smiles
He, who patiently watches you, and I see that
You, who regrets, that I am there
And me, in my corner, since I say nothing
I see well your roundabouts
And me, in my corner, I carefully hide
This anxiety that grips me
He looks at you, stealthily
You, who gossips, with total freedom
He courts you, across (through) me
You, make yourself supped with a burst of laughter
And me, in my corner, since I say nothing
I have a painful heart,
And me, in my corner, I swallow my grief
Because The love is changing hands