Derroche

The suspended winding clock,
The disconnected telephone,
On a table two glasses of wine,
And the night got out of hand.

A pink light we imagined
We started by tasting the wine
With just a look we said it all
And the night got out of hand.

If I could count everything I felt,
There wasn't a place I didn't walk in you.

Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
May this night not end, nor this April moon,
To enter heaven, it's not necessary to die...

Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness...

We seemed like two irrational beings, who were going to die tomorrow...
We squandered, nothing mattered, the reserves of the springs
We seemed like two irrational beings, who were going to die tomorrow...

If I could count everything I felt,
There wasn't a place I didn't walk in you.

Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
May this night not end, nor this April moon,
To enter heaven, it's not necessary to die...

Kisses, tenderness, and the night witnesses this immense madness
Kisses, tenderness, our love route turns into tenderness

Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, and the night witnesses this immense madness
Kisses, tenderness, our love route turns into tenderness...

What an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses, tenderness, what an extravagance of love, how much madness
Kisses!