When you turn me on in these bras
When I look at these eyes
I see that Dieu exists
Ce n'est pas dur croire
Before I met you the world was flat
Even if you discuss it, Mr. Galilei
And I get tired of kissing frogs in vain
But Prince Charming
I never found it
And so you arrived
Returning my faith
Without poems and without flowers
With defects with errors
But standing
And I feel
br/>Something in you something between the two of you
That makes me insist
When I look into your pupils I know that God did not cease to exist
You make him live
You make him live
Life is a collection of memories
But I remember nothing like your memory so well
From the roundness of your lips
To the smell of your hair
To the color of your skin
Don't think that you will leave and I will resign
You are the best thing that has happened to me
Between the mundane and the sacred
And even more
And I feel
Something in you something between the two
That makes me insist
When I look into your pupils I know that God did not cease to exist
And I feel
Something in you something between the two
That makes me insist
When I look into your pupils I know that God does not cease to exist
You make him live
You make him live
Quand tu me prend dans tes bras
When I regarde dans tes yeux
Je vois que dieu existen
Ce n'est pas dur croire