I blame myself for loving so much
And for always singing about "Ah!" and "Why's"1
I blame myself for never taking into account what I'm going through. I blame myself for never taking into account what I'm going through
My imagination, it's your fault that I make these big mistakes.2 For taking me far away in the nights
And when I drink and get mad and come back,
My imagination, you take me in your arms
I admit that I remember a lot of words and kisses
Some were bitter and some were sweet
I admit that I haven't forgotten and I'm still in love
I admit that I haven't forgotten and I'm still in love
My imagination, it's your fault that I make these big mistakes. For taking me far away in the nights
And when I drink and get mad and come back,
My imagination, you take me in your arms
1. She means for singing about sad songs that are always sighing and wondering about love2. She's talking to her imagination