Your eyes in my eyes
And your hand in my hand:
That is love in France.
A bike on the edge of the road:
That is love in France.
All the mandolins on Earth
Play our melody,
We close our eyes
To be in Italy.
The shining Sun,
The singing birds:
That is love in France.
And you, who love me
As much as I love you,
You know that as long as there are
Hearts pulsing
For a song
With daily words
That will always be love in France.
The spring, summer, autumn
And then winter all pass by,
I am always with you
By the sea,
You are the most beautiful woman,
You will always be the one with
Which it will never be over.
The aeroplane that brings you midday:
That is love in France.
The waves that rock our flowery dreams:
That is love in France.
When, sometimes, it happens
To have a fight out of jealousy,
We know that we will
Make peace anyway.
A crying baby,
A hand that's reaching out:
That is love in France.
And you, who love me
As much as I love you,
You know that as long as there are
Hearts pulsing
For songs
With daily words
That will always be love in France.
An accordion
Playing at a ball:
That is love in France.
A girl is leaving you and that hurts you:
That is love in France.
All the mandolins on Earth
Play our melody,
We close our eyes
To be in Italy.
That is love in France...