C'est peut-être ça
Édith Piaf
Maybe That's It
Maybe that's it
Love, the great love,
Maybe that's it
That caught me in its grip,
This thing I can't quite name
That sends chills down my spine
And suddenly makes me warm
When everyone else is cold...
Maybe that's it
That makes the heart race
And, for hours on end,
Will keep you standing there
In front of a phone
Just to hear a voice,
In front of a phone
That won't ring at all...
Maybe that's it,
Love, the great love,
Maybe that's it
That caught me in its grip,
This brutal feeling,
When everything's going right,
Of feeling so damn wrong
Without knowing why it bites.
Maybe that's it
That makes you laugh till you cry
And makes you run
At midnight in the rain,
In the rain, without a coat
Yelling that it's beautiful,
Yelling that life,
There's nothing prettier...
Before, just before
Jumping in the water...
Maybe that's it
Love... The great love!...
