Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche, voila le portrait sans retouche, de l'homme auguel j'appartiens.Quand il me prend dans ses bras, il me parle tout bas...Je vois la vie en rose, il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça me fait quelques choses.Il est entré dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur.Dont je connais la cause, c'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie.
There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart.Our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, with sepiatone loving. Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart. Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard? It's not always easy,and sometimes life can be deceiving.I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.
