No song, no season
No violin would have the charm of this moment
No memory, no desire
No pleasure would ever be great enough
To see you again in my story
In this mirror where we were lovers
Our holiday evenings our poetic hearts
Was made to write the pages of a novel
To tell you I love you
Like before I could burn an ocean
To tell you I love you now
I could walk above the volcano
br/>I leave Christmas to Father Christmas
The new year will not see us any other way
Only torn than shared
Of course ©paring into an astonishing cry of love
No trip, no face
No cloud could make me cry so much
But I must say that no smile
N knew how to make me suffer from love so tenderly
To tell you I love you like before
I could burn an ocean
To tell you I love you almost ©sent
I could walk above the volcano
To tell you I love you like before
I could burn an ocean
To tell you I love you Now
I could walk above the volcano
Volcano, volcano.