Trois ans et demi d’amour [English translation]

She, at her window

Him, sitting at the edge of the bed

She may be crying

He did not understand

She made her bag in a last smile

And gathered in bulk his memories

She knows that the night is heavy and it is late

He knows she's leaving tonight

She takes

Three and a half years of love and a few weeks

No time for speeches but no hate

We'll meet again someday, it's worth it

Him, in a movie theater

She, jump in a taxi

He, the wounded heart

She begins her life

He sees her lost again yesterday's kid

So beautiful she who didn't think she could please

She runs sliding her dreams into other nights

It gets lost in other beds

She takes

Three and a half years of love and a few weeks

In every story that passes and that drives it

Towards mornings that are not worth it

He takes

Three and a half years of love and a few weeks

Who cling to him, who remember

She'll come back one day, it's worth it

~ ~

Him, eat cherries

She, has worn her suitcases

She caresses an empty keychain, maybe smiles

He sleeps with the door open

She takes

Three and a half love but that does not matter

Three and a half years this morning, coming back

On a train to Paris that brings her back

He takes her

For a little more love and a few weeks

No time for speeches but everything goes on

Living without each other wasn't worth it

He takes her

For a little more love and a few weeks

No time for speeches but everything goes on

Living without each other wasn't worth it

• Artist:Patrick Bruel
• Album:Juste avant