Je ne t'écrirai plus

Under a blue envelope I sent you
The tenderness of Bernard Dimey
You thought it was pretty
You never understood anything about it
I was sending you Brel songs
Those that strike where the heart is made
I thought they might
Growing a tree in the desert

I was sending you dried flowers
Lavender and pansies
There is no such thing as happy love
Argon, in love, said

I wrote everything down, without any shame
I undressed my heart
I'm writing to you one last time
This is my last song for you

I won't write to you anymore
I don't need it anymore
I won't write to you anymore
Now everything is fine
I won't write to you anymore
Calm has returned
The storm has stopped
I'm done loving you

I won't write to you anymore
I don't need it anymore
I won't write to you anymore
Now everything is fine
I won't write to you anymore
Calm has returned
The storm has stopped
I'm done loving you

I was copying poems for you
They're pissed off by that old madman Hugo
He who knew how to say "I love you"
Without ever looking silly

I was using Apollinaire
And of Rimbaud and Verlaine
This strange and penetrating dream
I've done it often too

I won't write to you anymore
I don't need it anymore
I won't write to you anymore
Now everything is fine
I won't write to you anymore
Calm has returned
The storm has stopped
I'm done loving you
I won't write to you anymore

I won't write to you anymore
I don't need it anymore
I won't write to you anymore
Now everything is fine
I won't write to you anymore
Calm has returned
The storm has stopped
I'm done loving you
I won't write to you anymore

I won't write to you anymore
Oh no