Je Crois Que Je Ne T'aime Plus

I think I don't love you anymore.
She told me that yesterday,
It echoed in the air
Like a gunshot.

I think I don't love you anymore.
She threw that yesterday,
Between the cheese and dessert
Like my body into the sea.

I think I don't love you anymore.
Your skin feels like sandpaper
Under my fingers... under my fingers.
I look at you and cry
Just for no reason... like that.

Without reason I cry,
I cry in big sobs,
Like crying in front of an onion, let's stop...

She told me
She told me

I think I don't love you anymore.
Get up, get up.
Don't wipe your nose on my dress,
Not this time... get up.

You have no more scent,
Your lips are the marble
Of the tomb of our love,
She told me that, her voice was cold.

When I make love with you
I think of him.
When I make love with him
I no longer think of you.

She told me
She told me

I think I don't love you anymore.
She told me that yesterday,
It exploded in the air
Like an old thunderclap.

I think I don't love you anymore.
I look at you and I see nothing.
Your steps no longer leave traces
Next to mine.

I don't blame you,
I don't blame you anymore,
I just don't have a fire
In the pit of my stomach, that's how it is.

She told me
She told me
She told me
She told me

So I turned off the TV
But I didn't find the courage,
Through the window to throw myself:
Dying of love is no longer my age...

She told me
She told me