When in the evening
You return home
I don't even want to talk
Don't look at me
With that tenderness
As if I were a child
Who is disappointed
Yes, I know
That this
Is certainly not the life
That you dreamed of one day for us
You'll see, you'll see
You'll see that it will change
Maybe it won't be tomorrow
But one fine day it will change
You'll see, you'll see
You know that you're not finished
I can't tell you how and when
But you'll see that it will change 
I would rather know that you cry
That you reproach me for having disappointed you
And not always see you so sweet
Accepting from me
Everything that comes
It makes me despair< br/>The thought of you
And of me who can't give you more
You'll see, you'll see
You'll see that it will change 
Maybe it won't be tomorrow
But one fine day it will change
You'll see, you'll see
You know that you're not finished.
I can't tell you how and when
But you'll see that it will change.

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