Love is practice,
it's all training.
It's swapping shoulders,
odour, future
at the same time.
And so, I
get started and you,
love is a game for kids.
We're adults and losers.
It's a lesson for teenagers,
we're repeaters.
And while I
do the groceries, you
win a war,
and we
will have everything but, but,
But how strange, we don't understand each other!
We have big wings but we tie them up
with promises,
the glasses we throw each other
and you plant flowers in vain.
Come on, make room for me on the sofa.
No, come on, tonight we're not talking.
Let's put on an American film.
I'm learning, take it easy.
Love is resistance
when a crisis hits.
It's to paint a room white every time
habits disappear.
And so, I make an effort and you,
you add sense to us,
and we, we have everything but,
But how strange, we don't understand each other!
We have big wings but we tie them up
with promises,
the glasses we throw each other
and you plant flowers in vain.
Come on, make room for me on the sofa.
No, come on, tonight we're not talking.
But how strange, we don't understand each other!
We have big wings but we tie them up
with promises,
the glasses we throw each other
and you plant flowers in vain.
Come on, make room for me on the sofa.
No, come on, tonight we're not talking.
But how strange, we don't understand each other!
We have big wings but we tie them up
with promises,
the glasses we throw each other
and you plant flowers in vain.
Come on, make room for me on the sofa.
No, come on, tonight we're not talking.
And so, I make an effort
and you add sense to us,
and we could have everything,
but love is practice.