Écris-moi
Pierre Bachelet
Write to Me
So you're leaving
The cute, nice apartment we had just for us
You don't care
So you're leaving
Our clock can stop, the cat can look for you everywhere
You don't care
You want to live where I don't live
I can't live where you're not
So you're leaving
And all those words we made up, cuddle-morning, cuddle-cat
You don't care
So you're leaving
And the child we were supposed to have so they'd arrive in the middle of August
You don't care
Love is like a tattoo
How do you expect to turn the page
Write to me, if your eyes are like a fountain
Write to me if your heart is like a rock
I'll be there until the end of my pain
At the meeting point
Write to me and you'll know the story
Of this dog lost in distress
But who, by believing in it, finds
His mistress
Write to me if you have the courage
Write to me, tell me the truth
Write to me like a final message
That it's not true
That it's not true
So you're leaving
You're not even answering anymore
You lower your eyes and that's it
You don't care
So you're leaving
The world can collapse and I can fall to my knees
You don't care
If you have nothing else to say to me
At least let there be memories
Write to me, if your eyes are like a fountain
Write to me if your heart is like a rock
I'll be there until the end of my pain
At the meeting point
Write to me, you'll know the patience
Of the one who has only one love
Who waits in the shadow and silence
For your return
Write to me if you have the courage
Write to me, tell me the truth
Write to me like a final message
That it's not true
Write to me
Write to me
Write to me