Parlez-moi d'amour

Talk to me about love
Tell me tender things again
Your beautiful speech
My heart is not tired of hearing it
As long as always
You repeat these supreme words:
"I love you"

You know well
That deep down I don't believe it
But nevertheless I still want
To hear that word I adore
Your voice with caressing sounds
Whispering it trembling
Lulls me with its beautiful story
And despite myself, I want to believe

It is so sweet
My dear treasure, to be a little crazy
Life is sometimes too bitter
If one does not believe in fantasies
Sorrow is quickly soothed
And consoled by a kiss
The heart's wound is healed
By a reassuring oath