Our steps in the same footprints,

Towards the same next days,

Our clothes on the same flies,

What do you say about it?

 

Our cutlery on the same table,

Our bodies in the same bath,

Our castles in the same sand,

What do you say about it?

 

Twin souls, parallel, assorted,

 

That may seem basic or commonplace,

Oh! The ordinary course.

And if it was, on the contrary, in the end…

 

Our heroes on the same stage,

Our leashes on the same dog,

Our portraits in the same frame,

What do you say about it?

Our raincoats behind the same door,

And whom would we need?

Each in the heat of the other,

What do you say about it?

 

Two ordinary hearts, tenants, on credit,

 

That may seem basic or commonplace,

Oh! The ordinary course.

And if it was, on the contrary, in the end…

Love?

 

In our quite dented past

In our small secondhand hearts,

When slates will be erased,

We will have a respite,

A carpet of thick wool,

And, below, together bury

Our eternal promises,

What do you say about it?

 

And when the world will have to disappear

Sold, split, in a bad state,

We shall have been forgotten maybe,

What do you say about it?

Then, our steps in the same footprints,

Towards the same next days,

Our clothes on the same flies,

What do you say about it?

 

Twin souls, parallel, assorted,

That may seem basic or commonplace,

Oh! The ordinary course.

And if it was, on the contrary, in the end…

Love ?

 

What do you say about it?

What do you say about love?

What do you say about it?