Teorema

How difficult it is to talk about love
Without falling into definition
Without being able to avoid...
Being pedantic or vulgar
Madam, what do you want from me?
Now then...
For me, it doesn't go beyond today
What I want to tell you
After so much rehearsing
But you start looking at me
A knot forms in my voice
It ruins everything for me
I lack courage
Madam, you are
A theorem of love
A point of light
From infinity to pain
And I... I don't know what I am
We have to work, we have to grow
At night I have to study
And I can't sleep
Because I think of you
Madam, what do you want from me?
Look at me... and stop playing
I'm not going to ask you
What you don't want to tell
Just seeing you arrive
Every morning punctually
And even if you don't speak to me, I know
You come for me
Madam, you are
A theorem of love
A point of light
From infinity to pain
And I... I only know that you
Are, for me, a theorem of love
A point of light
From infinity to pain
And I... I don't know what I am