Qui Pense À L'Amour
Lara Fabian
Who Thinks About Love
Who thinks about love, about love
Who thinks about love, about love
We get lost in this hellish job
You're like a billionaire
She doesn't have time
Except for her business
We're like passing breezes
Against the clock of our days
Will always stress us out
You're restless, you run or you freak out
They say it's the artist's life
But
Who thinks about love, about love
Who thinks about love, about love
And if we could stop
We swear we would
But deep down in our senses
Life is moving forward
Kids, vacations
Why not just leave it all behind
Who thinks about love, about love
Who thinks about love, about love
Who thinks about love, about love
Where does life go
There are moments of boredom
Where you wonder
If you've understood everything
Why you live
The heart
in transparency
Like a forgotten
We need to think about it
Who thinks about love, about love (6x)
