I still miss you as much
Your sweet voice, your singing laugh
Don't think that I forget you
You know well that I'm bored
In the aisles of the wagons
I wrote you a song
It doesn't talk about love
It's the end of the good days

I have to confess to you
I couldn't imagine
That it's your love
That would come to miss me
There are messages
That we can't admit to ourselves
Only after turns
Of tormented paths
We were young, it's true
And probably a bit too much
There are periods
Where age is lacking
I need to relive
Past sensations
The page of this book
Where we stopped

I want to make love
On this beach with salty wind
And like on the first day
Our bodies intertwined
Here the cry of the night
Sheltered from the dawns
Sang me insomnia
To forget your body

I promise you now
That it will be, believe me
The worst of times
If it's not with you
I've never known that
I only imagine it
Making love with you
Remains a desire only

Making love with you
Making love with you
Making love with you
Remains a desire
Remains a desire only

But don't be mistaken
In this wave without hope
There's no love
I understood it too late
The time of a note
I simply write to you
That it's you who pilots
Along the feelings

I have to confess to you
I couldn't imagine
That it's your love
That would come to miss me
There are messages
That we can't admit to ourselves
Only after turns
Of tormented paths
We were young, it's true
And probably a bit too much
There are periods
Where age is lacking
I need to relive
Past sensations
Impossible to run
Forever the tides

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