Les Amours Dévouées

We don't live far away, but well taken care of
From a distance, we, separated lovers
By haunted docks with moored boats
That keep us on the edge of feelings

But I arrive and those who wait for you
Will never wait for you again
Or worry themselves sick
For this diamond that I have
If I have to myself
Hand over the card of a devoted one

No one has the hold you have on me,
On my breath that remains erratic
Races against the wind
That no longer matter now
That we've said we belong to each other

But I arrive and those who wait for you
Will never wait for you again
Or worry themselves sick
For this diamond that I have
If I have to myself
Hand over the card of a devoted one