Que Reste-t-il de Notre Amour?
Hante.
What’s Left of Our Love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
The sun has disappeared
On the pavement
The wind rushes through my hair
I think of you
I’m waiting for the last bus
It’s not coming
If my world splits in two
Will you be there?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
What’s left of our love?
