Where are you looking at?
Don't move
Look for it in my eyes even if
You'll have the impression
Of revealing to me too much
Of your confusion
Where I'll follow you
Still smiling because hate has nothing to do with you
Nothing, it is nothing, it's fine
The way it is
It's just a day that passes
It doesn't lighten up and deludes you a bit
Nothing, it is nothing, it's fine
The way it is
A lost
Occasion
Doesn't limit what you have now
And you'll have the impression
Of having found a meaning
In your confusion
Where I'll follow you
Still smiling because hate has nothing to do with you
Nothing, it is nothing, it's fine
The way it is
It's just a day that passes
It doesn't lighten up and deludes you a bit
Nothing, it is nothing, it's fine
The way it is
Nothing, it is nothing, it's fine
The way it is
Where are you looking at?
Make room for me
In your confusion