Ces Mots Stupides (part. Sacha Distel)

I know that sooner or later
You'll want to go out one evening
As a friend, with me

I'll try to be cheerful
To make you laugh, but I know
That I'll only see you

And when we're tired of dancing
We'll go have one last drink, anyway
That's when I'll mess it all up
By telling you these stupid words
I love you

And in your eyes I'll read
That I've betrayed our friendship
That I'm like the others

I'll quickly leave
Without even telling you that if I love you
It's not my fault

It's been so long
That I've been here, heart beating
Thinking only of you

Watching for your gaze
Always hoping to see
A little tenderness for me

But if at that moment
Very gently I feel your hand
Rest on mine

I think I'll cry with joy
Repeating these stupid words
I love you

But if at that moment
Very gently, I feel your hand
Rest on mine

I think I'll cry with joy
Repeating these stupid words
I love you, I love you, I love you