Viens Là
Françoise Hardy
Come Here
Come here, come cry in my arms
Come here, don't be ashamed of yourself
Come here, as you do every time
Tell me what I already know
Come here, you have a strange heart
That always races
A heart that has no memory
So often it has been fooled
By people much less than it
By people who were not kind
And those people who understood nothing
They didn't deserve your love
Come here, we would like to be like you
To love as often as that
To suffer just as many times
But come, tell me what's wrong with you
