Someone asks me
How I see life
Especially these days
I answer him
I can only see it rose-tinted
Someone asks me
If I still see it like this
Outside my paradise
I tell her that for me, life,
It's prose
Take time
Make illusions for myself
Believe in good
Stroll in the fields
Call me naive
Don't judge quickly
Make daisy chains
Refuse to be
On the take
Call me naive
You look at me, come closer to me
When you take me in your arms
Your voice, your lips on mine, you dare
I see life rose-tinted
Take time
Follow my intuition
Believe in good
Stroll in the fields
Call me naive
Don't judge quickly
Make daisy chains
Refuse to be
On the take
Call me naive
Take time
Someone....