Parce que je t'aime

It's because your shoulder to my shoulder, Your mouth to my hair And your hand on my neck, It's because, in my loins, When your breath brushes me, It's because of your hands, It's because cheek to cheek, It's because in the morning, It's because at night, When you say 'come', I come. You smile, I smile. It's because here or there, In another country, As long as you are there, It's always my country. It's because I love you That I prefer to leave. It's better, much better, to part Before the time of love dies. It's because I'm afraid to see The minutes, the hours, the seconds passed, It's because I know that it takes almost nothing To undo a night and get lost in the morning. I will not let the shadow of regret Or the shadow of boredom lean over our bed. I will not let die over the days What was you and me, what was our love. So that it is never carried away by time, I carry it myself. It will remain alive. Oh let me, I love you But I prefer to leave. It's better, you know, to part Before the time of love dies. I have seen, like us, who walked slowly And carried their love like one carries a child. I have seen, like us, who walked slowly And fell to their knees, in the fading evening. I found them again, furious and fighting Like two wounded wolves. What are they now? That, I do not want. I love you. I do not want to tear us apart. It's better, you know, to leave us Before the time of love dies. It's better, much better, to leave us Before the time of love dies...