Parlez-moi d'Amour

Talk to me about love
Tell me tender things again
Your beautiful speech
My heart is not tired of hearing it
As long as you always
Repeat these supreme words
I love you

You know well
That deep down I don't believe it
But nevertheless I still want
To hear this word that I adore
Your voice with caressing sounds
That whispers it trembling
Lulls me with its beautiful story
And despite myself, I want to believe in it

It is so sweet
My dear treasure, to be a little crazy
Life is sometimes too bitter
If one does not believe in illusions
Sorrow is quickly soothed
And consoled with a kiss
The heart's wound is healed
By a reassuring oath