He shouldn't think
That I'm going to throw myself into his arms
As soon as he comes to me
And shout to him: I am à you..
He shouldn't think
That I'm going to remain stunned
As soon as he looks at me
To try to impress me .
He shouldn't imagine
That I was only waiting for him
To confess to him how happy I am:
You East mon ciel, tu es ma life...
He must not imagine
That he will always do what he wants,
That he has won when he is there
And that 'I'm lost if he's not here...
...But what's he doing, he's late!
There's the elevator. .. first... second... third... fourth...
What if he doesn't come?...
No! I don't think so!
But what does he do? A quarter past three!...
Ah! The elevator... first... second... third...
That's it...We're going to ring...
We've rung... It rang... You rang...
Finally! I knew well...
He shouldn't notice
That suddenly, since he's been here,
I feel like I'm fighting against myself
To not throw me into his arms.
He mustn't notice
That I'm pretending to be joking
And that I don't dare look at him
Because that my heart is going to burst.
He must not notice
That I am happy to death
And that I know more before his smile
If I have to cry or if I have to laugh.
He must not notice
That I will always do what he wants,
That I I'm lost if he's not there
Don't... Don't... Don't...
Oh! My love!
...If you knew...

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