Every day, in the morning
We walk on the same path
The people of the village are laughing
I know they've understood
You love me, but you didn't tell me anything
You pick for me bouquets
Of wild flowers and blueberries
And when I smile at you
You smile back
But you never know what to tell me
I am waiting for you to talk a bit about love
The wild flowers live forever
But I die a little every day
Waiting for you to talk a bit about love
To court me a bit
To make love to me a bit
A bit of love
A bit of love
In the autumn, we will go
To pick up berries in the forest of Anon
If it's cold, in the evening
You will cover my shoulders
With a big shawl and your hand will caress me
I am waiting for you to talk a bit about love
The wild flowers live forever
But I am dying a little every day
Waiting for you to talk a bit about love
To court me a bit
To make love to me a bit
A bit of love
A bit of love