Pourquoi mon Amour [English translation]

Without a tremble in my voice,

I speak these words that I have long pondered: "I love you."

Without ever lowering my eyes,

I speak them to the entire world: "I love you."

Without ever on my forehead

showing any regret: "I love you."

No—nobody in the world ever

will be able to love you the way that I already can love you.

But why, my love,

ah—do you say, my love,

that I am, my love, a child?

I who dream, my love,

in order to be able, my love,

to keep you, my love,

until the end of time.

Without knowing why,

without knowing how, I know that I love you.

Without you having to fight,

without my having to succumb, yes, I love you.

Without doubting for a moment,

just as summer follows spring, I love you.

With one desire deep inside me,

to live close to you, grow old next to you—why, why?

But why, my love,

ah—do you say, my love,

that I am, my love, a child?

I who dream my love

in order to be able, my love,

to keep you, my love,

until the end of time.

Because I love you, my love,

and you are, my love,

a little more, my love,

every moment.

And I dream, my love,

to be able, my love,

to keep you, my love,

until the end of time—

until the end of time.