L'amour, c'est pour rien [English translation]

Like a salamander, love is wonderful

And is reborn from its ashes like the bird of fire.

No one can be compelled

To give it life.

And nothing otherwise can quench

The water of oblivion.

Love is for nothing.

You cannot sell it.

Love is for nothing.

You cannot buy it.

When your body awakens

You begin to tremble.

But when your heart awakens,

You begin to dream.

You dream of an exchange with another confession,

Because these strange chills

Only come in twos.1

Love is for nothing.

You cannot sell it.

Love is for nothing.

You cannot buy it.

Love is hope

Without reason and

Without law.

Love is like luck.

You don’t have to earn it.

There has to be a land

That loves you like crazy,

And without even recognizing you,

Is ready to give its life.

Love is for nothing.

You cannot take it.

Love is for nothing.

But you can give it.

Love is for nothing.

Love is for nothing.

1. The literal translation for "Car ces frissons etranges/Ne vivent que par deux" is "Because these strange chills/Only live by twos," but I thought it sounded strange, so I translated it as "Only come in twos." If you have a translation for that line that makes more sense, feel free to give it.