Nous n'avons jamais parlé d'amour

On the platform of a station
At the end of my memory
A train cries at dawn
A farewell dies, way too short
We never talked about love

In the warmth of tenderness
We spoke with excitement
Holding back our emotions
Her about her and me about me
We never talked about us

We never talked about love
I liked her smile
But what did it mean?
Did she see deep inside me?
Did she love me? Did she not love me?
We never talked about love
We never, no, never, never
Never, never talked about love

Here is my solitude
My sister, my habit
Standing in front of me
Reproaching me for I don't know what
Yet I haven't talked about love

We never talked about love
In front of the mirror, I rage
Cursing this face
That I don't recognize
It can't be me
I never cried for love

We never talked about love
We never, no, never, never
Never, never talked about love
We never, no, never, never
Never, never talked about love