L'Amour [English translation]

Love, it's not for me

All of this "Forever"

It's not clear, it plays tricks.

It sneaks up on you

Like a velvet traitor

It wounds me or leaves me be depending on the day

Love is worth nothing

It makes me worried about everything

And it disguises itself in softness

When it grumbles, when it bites me,

Then yes, it's worse than anything

For all I want is more

Why make this heap of pleasures, of shivers, of carasses, of poor promises?

What good does it bring? (Literally: "To what good it allows itself to retake")

The heart is pounding

Nothing understands it

It's an ambush

Love isn't good at all (Literally: "Love it does not go")

It's not Saint Laurent (Saint Lawrence)

It doesn't fall perfectly.

If I don't find my style it's not for lack of trying (Style could mean type)

And love I will let fall

What good does this heap of pleasures, of shivers, of caresses, of poor promises do?

What good does it bring? (Literally: "To what good it allows itself to retake")

The heart is pounding

Nothing understands it

It's an ambush

Love I don't want any of it

I prefer from time to time

I prefer the taste of the wind

The strange taste and the soft skin of my lovers

But love, not really.