In the middle of the avenue, I played soccer
On the dirt road that raised me
Where the sky is burgundy immersed in green
Where God created expanses of nothing
If love is true, you die inside
No, it has no future if I lose you
I would give my life, which is not infinite
That we then found ourselves under a moonlight
Maybe a little wrinkled from a lived story
And shortly after we were lying on a stone
With hair in hand like a pencil
For a bit of joy
Won't matter if you can talk to me
And it's difficult to distinguish
If love is true, you die inside
No, it has no future if I lose you
I would give my life, which is not infinite
That we then found ourselves under a moonlight
Maybe a little wrinkled from a lived story
And shortly after we were lying on a stone
With hair in hand like a pencil
For a bit of joy
And what lives inside us never ages
And what fades never like a Polaroid photo
If I don't ask myself who we were, I don't remember who we are
For a bit of joy