Pour un infidele

Your lips still tremble,
And the man your heart carries seems weaker,
And if the fight ends,
It's surely because someone took you by the hand,

And softly you whisper to me,
All that I love, you assure me,
And in your defeats, you promise me,
That a new day is for tomorrow,

Gently you make me see,
The sweetest of your stories,
As our romance progresses, other girls join the dance,

Her lips still tremble,
And under my weight, her heart beats stronger,
And the fears she has intensify,
She knows another was in my bed,

Softly I whisper to her,
To calm all her worries,
And in my lies, I remind her,
That in my eyes, there's only her,

Gently you make me see,
The sweetest of your stories,
And as our romance progresses, other girls join the dance.

And gently you make me see,
The sweetest of your stories,
As our romance progresses, other girls join the dance.