Il me dit que je suis belle [English translation]

And when time grows tired

Of being just killed

Then not one second passes anymore,

In the monotony lives

When from pain to suspicion,

From tears to "never again"

Then from sour grapes to mistrust

You learn to resign yourself

The dark hours come

Or everything can light up at last

Or when lives are nothing but shadows anymore

Our dreams still remain to be made up

He tells me that I'm beautiful

And that he was waiting for me only

He tells me that I'm exactly the one

Made for his arms

He speaks like a caress

Words that don't exist

About forever and tenderness

And I can hear his voice inly

He's just ying and blathering

Even a child wouldn't believe him

But the nights are my churches

And in my dreams, I do believe him

Avoiding the eyes, taking this absent-minded expression

The one people on the boulevards wear

That expression that makes them transparent

Learning to look away

From lovers

Avoiding all those walking in couple

Those kissing and hardly breathing

Is there a night, a moment

When you think "they're not for me anymore,

All those sweet talks, fits of rage"

But in my dreams, I am entitled to them

He tells me that I'm beautiful

And that he was waiting for me only

He tells me that I'm exactly the one

Made for his arms

He's just lying and blathering

Even a child wouldn't believe him

But the nights are my churches

And in my dreams, I do believe him

He tells me that I'm beautiful...

I see him running towards me

His hands brush against my skin and take me away

It's beautiful like a movie

No more betrayal, no more pain

My script doesn't want any of them

He tells me that I'm a queen

And, woe is me, I believe him

Hmm, woe is me, I do believe him