C'est Pas de L'amour
Jean-Jacques Goldman
It's Not Love
It feels like the sweet and beautiful Tuscany of Da Vinci
The wise and lovely landscapes make wise men too
It looks like those images, the warm seasons, the sunny days
The silence after the storm, the soft touch of velvet
It's a bit like those songs we hear without really listening
Those things that never exist as long as the void they left
It feels like those highways, with no turns, no detours
The sweet life for sure
But anyway, it's not love
It resembles wisdom, those peace treaties we sign one day
Just at the cost of our youth, without trumpet or drum
It's full of kisses and caresses, full of sweet words from kids
Proofs of tenderness, a comforting ritual
Harmony, intelligence, and reason or serenity
A secret complicity, so many words to express all that it is
It's a bit of all that in turn
But anyway, it's not love
Without fear and without loneliness, happiness as they say
There are plenty of lives without Beethoven and without opinions
Why not lives without screams
But whether we're against it or for it
In any case, it's not love
It's not love
It's no longer love