La Différence
Lara Fabian
The Difference
The difference
The one that bothers
A preference, a state of mind
A circumstance
A disagreement
With people too self-righteous,
Morals first
Their skin will never be surprised by differences
They resemble each other
They touch each other
Like those two men dancing
Without ever speaking, without ever shouting
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying, nor looking back
They trust each other
If you knew
How much they don't give a damn about our insults
They prefer love, especially the real one
To our whispers
They often talk about other people
Who love each other so strongly
Who love each other as they say 'normally'
About that child so absent
About that blood disease that spreads
And kills so freely
Their eyes will never drift away out of neglect
They recognize each other, tame each other
Like those two women dancing
Without ever speaking, without ever shouting
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying, nor looking back
They trust each other
If you knew
How much they don't give a damn about our insults
They prefer love, especially the real one
To our whispers
From Verlaine to Rimbaud when you think about it
We tolerate the exceptional difference
Without ever speaking, without ever shouting
They love each other in silence
Without ever lying, nor looking back
They trust each other
If you knew
How much they don't give a damn about our insults
They prefer love, especially the real one
To our whispers
The difference
When you think about it
But what a difference?
