I'm accusing myself that loved so much
And it's singing only "ax" and "why"
I'm accusing what I never paid what I'm passing
You are guilty that I'm making mistakes my big fantasy
That you're taking me far away on nice evenings
And when I drink and grumble and come back again
You are taking me in your arms my fantasy
I admit everything I remember, all the reasons, all the kisses
Where other has been bitter and other sweet
I admit that I didn't forget and I still love