L'Amour
Carla Bruni
Love
Love, not for me
All these forevers
It's not clear, it plays tricks
It approaches without showing itself
Like a velvet traitor
It hurts me or tires me depending on the days
Love, it's worth nothing
It worries me about everything
And it disguises itself as sweet
When it growls, when it bites me
So yes, it's worse than anything
Because I want more of it
Why have this heap of pleasures
Of thrills, caresses, poor promises?
What's the point of letting oneself be caught
Heart pounding
Understanding nothing
It's an ambush
Love doesn't work
It's not Saint Laurent
It doesn't fall perfectly
If I can't find my style
It's not for lack of trying
And I give up on love
What's the point of this heap of pleasures
Of thrills, caresses, poor promises?
Why let oneself be caught
Heart pounding
Understanding nothing
It's an ambush
Love, I don't want it
I prefer from time to time
I prefer the taste of the wind
The strange and sweet taste of my lovers' skin
But love, not really
