Le Vieil Amant
Emilie Simon
The Old Lover
My love, I thought
With naivety
That a single sprig of lily of the valley
Could bring you back to me
So I found
One or two old sonnets
To remind you
To remind you
Of me, my love
Through this beautiful day
In spring, I let
Near your feet fall
A single sprig of lily of the valley
But it withered
Waiting for that kiss
That will never come
The month of May
Played me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time, the month of May
Mocked me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time
This time
Time has passed
It did not take its time
Here I am waiting for you
Like an old suitor
Here I am regretting
In front of these few crumbs
An old fling
That makes no sense
My love, I thought
With naivety
That a single sprig of lily of the valley
Could bring you back to me
So I found
One or two old sonnets
That you never liked
The month of May
Played me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time, the month of May
Mocked me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time
This time
I wanted, I admit
To dance cheek to cheek
I admit, I dreamt
Of spinning you around
Breathing in that fresh air
Watching the face
Of a love
That never saw the light of day
My love, I thought
With naivety
That a single sprig of lily of the valley
Could bring you back to me
So I found
One or two old sonnets
I know you don't like sonnets
I know
The month of May
Played me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time, the month of May
Mocked me
This year
I let too many emotions flow
This time
This time
