Les Heures Bleues

You believe in coffee grounds,
In omens, in big games,
I only believe in your big eyes.

You believe in fairy tales,
In bad days and in dreams,
I only believe in your lies.

You believe in some vague god,
In some special saint,
In this prayer against that evil.

I only believe in the blue hours,
And the pink ones you pour on me,
In the pleasure of sleepless nights.

And so deep is my faith,
In everything that I believe,
That I live only for you.

And so deep is my faith,
In everything that I believe,
That I live only for you (x3).