L'Amour [English translation]

Love, not me

All these "always"

It is not clear, it plays tricks

It goes without show

Like a traitor velvet

It hurts me, or get tired, depending on the day

Love, it's worthless,

I'm worried about everything,

And that is disguised as soft

When it thunders, when it bites me

So yes, it's worse than anything

Because I want to, more,

Why do lots of fun, thrills, caresses, the poor promises?

What good is left back

The heart pounding,

Do not understand it,

It is an ambush

Love it does not

It's not St. Lawrence

It does not fall perfectly

If I do not think my style is not for lack of trying,

And love j'laisse fall!

What is the heap of fun, thrills, caresses, the poor promises?

Why let resume

The heart pounding,

Do not understand it,

It is an ambush

Love, I am not

I prefer to occasionally

I prefer the taste of the wind

The strange taste and soft skin of my lovers,

But love, not really!