On veut plus que de l'amour [English translation]

Those who have no love, want it.

Those who have too much love, die.

Tell me why, god of mine,

we won't live but with these fears.

We tell ourselves, 'Life is for two'.

That's the best there is.

We may get it a bit wrong

when we don't find the right heart.

We want more than love.

We want to touch happiness.

We only forget every day

that passes by and the best.

But happiness is so small

that in the end, it goes through our hands.

In the end, it goes through our lives,

through our lives.

We tell ourselves that one day, soon,

like the blossoming spring,

the Heaven will walk on water

but Heaven is a liar.

We tell ourselves, 'Then, faith of mine,

may life be tasteless.

May she be nothing but a straightforward path.

May it be better to go somewhere else'.

We want more than love.

We want to touch happiness.

We only forget every day

that passes by and the best.

But happiness is so small

that in the end, it goes through our hands.

In the end, it goes through our lives,

through our lives.

We want more than love.

We want to touch happiness.

We only forget every day

that passes by and the best.

But happiness is so small

that in the end, it goes through our hands.

In the end, it goes through our lives,

through our lives.