It is so difficult to talk about love
Without having to define
Without being able to help
Being pedantic or vulgar
Lady, what do you want from me?
Let's see then,
As far as I'm concerned, today's the day
What I want to say to you
After rehearsing so much
But you start to look at me
I get a knot in my voice
You spoil everything
I don't have courage
Lady, you are
A love theorem
A point of light
From the infinite to pain
And I, I don't know what I am
One must work, one must grow
At night I must study
And I can't sleep
Because I'm thinking of you
Lady, what do you want from me?
Look at me, and stop playing
As I will not ask you for
What you do not want to tell me
It's enough to see you arrive
Every morning on time
And even though you do not speak
I know you come because of me
Lady, you are
A love theorem
A point of light
From the infinite to pain
And I only know that you
Are to me, a love theorem,
A point of light,
From the infinite to pain
And I, I don't know what I am