Who could one day say if it was a stroke of luck
For Jane and John to cross paths along the way?
Who could speak of love, when it's immense
If it's a caress or the stroke of fate?
In Jane and John's eyes
So many fires of joy burned
Do you hear the cold-blooded shots echo?
Loving like nobody and loving nobody in return
That's, for Jane and John
And of course the story, as usual, ends badly
Madly in love until the last bullet
In the grand mirage that is our lives
Who can know what tomorrow foretells for us?
One wrong turn and the great silence comes
What does a successful life look like?
In Jane and John's eyes
So many fires of joy burned
Do you hear the cold-blooded shots echo?
Loving like nobody and loving nobody in return
That's, for Jane and John
And of course the story, as usual, ends badly
Madly in love until the last bullet
Who could one day say if it was a stroke of luck
For Jane and John to cross paths along the way?