I love you...
You love me...
Happiness...
Our hearts...
And yet...
There will always be a poor lost dog
Somewhere that will prevent me from being happy.
There will always, in an evening paper,
A kid of twenty who died of despair.
Voyages...
Mirages...
Happy...
The two of us...
And yet...
There will always be alone in front of the ocean,
A woman in black who cries and waits.
There will always be a little boy without riches
Who will dream of the islands in front of a beautiful poster.
Caress...
Drunkenness...
Your arms...
Take me...
And yet...
There will always be an anonymous letter
That will dirty the happiness of lovers.
There will always be in the next room
A deathly silence after the screams of love.
I love you...
You love me...
Happiness...
Our hearts...
And yet...
There will always be a poor lost dog
Somewhere that will prevent me from being happy...