On Danse Sur Ma Chanson

I wanted to finish the song
That I started in the spring
But you’re no longer at home
And all the flowers have wilted.
I should’ve sung like the poets
With grand words about our love
But I didn’t know how, my song is made
Of little words, the ones we use every day.

I took everything you said
Love, promise, always, never,
Tenderness,
About the beauty of our mornings
And the softness of your hands
Caresses,
I built beautiful memories
With the taste of my desires.
When, proud of your victorious smile
And your slightly mocking gaze,
When you placed your lips
On my heart.

Yeah, I had to, on an old piano
Search for the tune I loved to hear
That cried like a sob,
But no one seemed to understand,
Because this song that I thought was made
To sing about the love that was so sweet,
I hear it everywhere like a party tune
And people seem to laugh at us.

Because, with the words you said:
Love, promise, always, never,
We dance.
To the beauty of our mornings
And to the softness of your hands,
We dance.
To the prettiest memories
And to the taste of my desire,
We dance,
And to your victorious smile,
To your slightly mocking gaze,
And to the pain in my heart,
We dance.

Since, to the tune I loved so much,
That you sang so sadly,
We dance,
Since no one understood
That, with the words you said to me,
We dance,
It’s that this love so deep
Wasn’t worth a song,
I think...
So, I wanted to forget you.
Someone taught me to dance
And now over the past,
I dance,
I dance...