He dreamed of darkening pages,

To write new things.

She would have painted landscapes

And played the cello.

Loving themselves always more

They found natural,

She, the dirty grease of garages,

He, dishwashing liquids.

 

She put her fingers on the map,

Always on the heat side.

From time to time, we’ll have to leave

Kissing elsewhere.

She does not see time passing,

They take so much in heart

These weekends on site

Around a bunch of flowers…

 

No screams, no problems,

Everybody can see how they love each other.

Neither double bottom nor double game,

Nothing but smooth surface,

Only double sided tape.

Heaven grant you to be like them.

Like them … Like them.

 

They dream of a quiet room,

A few toys in the middle,

No matter the place or style,

The city center or the suburb,

From time to time, we’ll have to leave.

One day, he will write a little,

She knows where she stored the map

For the days when it’ll get better.

 

No screams, no problems,

Everybody can see how they love each other.

Neither double bottom nor double game,

Nothing but smooth surface,

Only double sided tape.

Heaven grant you to be like them.

Like them … Like them.