You come back, you go away, you go to the other side of the world,
You say that you haven't lost a single second,
What are you doing when I have a headache,
And I ache, oh I ache for you, and I ache, oh I ache for parties.
You send me photos of Cabou, of Lebanon,
Of bullets in your back and children's eyes,
You say that we can only live while pretending,
If it doesn't exist, that we aren't aware.
CHORUS:
A man thinks of you, that one there, he's worth it,
Because we're also dying every day of love's ache, of the ache I have of you
A man thinks of you, and I am that one there,
Who doesn't understand you, do you know that we're dying also of a love that ends?
The gestures that you make, how they are so soft,
For a saved life, how we will no longer live,
Somewhere in Europe, I'm languishing over you,
And cursed are all men, and their cursed battles
Who will be the children that the war will kill,
in Titan's fight that we will remember,
I know that I lie in telling you all this,
But I really love how I need you so much.
CHORUS
A man thinks of you...