Love is not beautiful when i think about you.
You are in the arms of an other one and I hope that you'll come back.

She must be pretty.
And I am alone,
Sighs after sighs.

If I dared,
I would be laughing at her,
It's to tell you...

It's not beautiful,
Alive or dead.
Love give me headhache.

And here I am,
Crawling in front of your door.

Love is not beautiful, when all my memory tells me,
You are in the arms of an other one but I don't believe you.

That one wasn't able to say I love you in your drunkenness,
Stop telling me she's yours.
Come back, ****, come back.

The time when I dare,
to make you the promise once again,
That we love each other in a click,
words of love in the violin.

And I haven't head for that, it's pathetic.