These words are rarer than the night,
It's the only one that knows today;
It's real, yes, little by little,
We say less; maybe we smile.
It's not that it loves less,
Its not that it loves more,
It's just us, a little more.
Even in the silence, I know all of our dance steps,
Even in the silence, I know all of your absences,
I don't have the secret, the theorem,
But I know the words and the melody,
Even when I don't say "I love you".
It's not Candide but it is not so stupid, you see.
Me, I'm never afraid of emptiness when you are there.
When you are there,
just on my skin,
Nothing is truer, nothing is new.
It's not that it loves less,
Its not that it loves more,
It's just us, a little more.
Even in the silence, I know all of our dance steps,
Even in the silence, I know all of your absences,
I don't have the secret, the theorem,
But I know the words and the melody,
I don't have the secret, the theorem,
But I know the words and the melody,
And you see, when I think about it, when I think about it,
I turn in all directions,
And you see, when I think about it, when I think about it,
It's simple and it brushes past the arrogance.
But I don't have the secret, the theorem,
But I know the words and the melody,
Even when I don't say "I love you".