He doesn't have to imagine
That I'm going to throw myself into his arms
As soon as he comes towards me
And shout to him, "I'm yours."
He doesn't have to imagine
That I'll stay stunned
As soon as he looks at me
To try to impress me.
He doesn't have to imagine
That he's the only one I've been waiting for
To vow to him, all aglow:*
"You are my heaven, you are my life. . ."
He doesn't have to imagine
That he'll always do what he wants
That when he's here, he's won
And that I'm lost when he's not here. . .
. . .But what is he doing, he's late!
Here comes the lift. . .first floor. . .second. . .third. . .fourth. . .
And if he hasn't come? . . .
No! I don't believe that!
But what is he doing! It's a quarter past three!
Ah! The lift. . .first floor. . .second. . .third. . .
It's here. . .it's going to ring. . .
It's rung. . .he's rung. . .you've ring. . .
At last! I knew it. . .
He doesn't have to notice
That suddenly, since he's arrived here
I feel like I'm struggling to stop myself
From throwing myself into his arms.
He doesn't have to notice
That I'm pretending to joke
And that I don't dare to look at him
Because my heart's going to burst.
He doesn't have to notice
That I'm so happy I could die of it
And that I no longer know, before his smile
Whether I should cry or laugh.
He doesn't have to notice
That I'll always do what he wants,
That I'm lost when he's not here
He doesn't have to. . .doesn't have to. . .doesn't have to. . .
Oh! My love!
. . .If you knew. . .