Il Me Dit Que Je Suis Belle

And when time gets tired
Of being only killed
Not a second goes by
In lives of uniformity
When from pain to distrust
From tears to never again
Then from disappointment to defiance
We learn to resign ourselves
Dark hours come
Where everything can finally light up
When lives are nothing but shadows
Our dreams remain to invent

He tells me I'm beautiful
And that he was only waiting for me
He tells me I'm the one
Just made for his arms
He speaks as if caressing
Two words that didn't exist
Of always and tenderness
And I only hear his voice

Avoiding gazes, putting on that absent look
The one people have on boulevards
That look that makes them transparent
Learning to turn away
From people who love each other
Avoiding all those who walk in pairs
Those who kiss breathlessly
Is there an evening, a moment
When one says it's not for me anymore
All the sweet words, the outbursts
But in my dreams, I have the right

He tells me I'm beautiful
And that he was only waiting for me
He tells me I'm the one
Just made for his arms
Lies and nonsense
That a child wouldn't believe
But nights are my churches
And in my dreams, I believe

He tells me I'm beautiful
I see him running towards me
His hands brush against me and pull me
It's beautiful like in the movies
No more betrayal, no more pain
My script doesn't want them
He tells me I'm a queen
And poor me, I believe
Hmm, poor me, I believe