C'est à l'amour auquel je pense
Françoise Hardy
It's love that I think of
When his mouth comes to whisper in my ear
A thousand tender words, a thousand wonders, a thousand secrets
It's love that I think of
And that I hope for and wait for
When his lips touch mine
And he holds me tightly in his arms
It's love that I think of
And that I hope for and wait for
The love that I silently call for in this moment
One day he swears, I love you
But already the next day he's not the same
I am nothing
When his eyes dive into mine
And my hair is caressed by his hand
It's love that I think of
And that I hope for and wait for
The love that I silently call for in this moment
One day he swears, I love you
But already the next day he's not the same
I am nothing
And when one beautiful morning
He left me for another girl
Left me alone with my sorrow
It's love that I think of
I wonder at that moment
If it only exists in dreams
Or truly
