Les clefs de l'amour [English translation]

Pink, blue, red, black—life.

Life is a very long—very long corridor

filled with doors that you need—that you need to know

how to open, how to close according—according to the day.

The keys are those—those of love.

And upon opening the door—the door of time,

love is lying there—lying inside.

So I looked for the particular path

that opens onto the days—the days without end.

The keys are those—those of love.

Never—never could I forget

the blue door where our love began.

If you want it—

nothing but the two of us—

we will take together

the hidden path

with doors to the secret

of our hope.

The keys are those—those of love.

At the end of this very long—very long corridor

is the door—the door of hope.

Each of us can—can find it.

It is enough to look—look hard for it

The keys are those—those of love.

Never—never could I forget

the blue door where our love began.

If you want—

nothing but the two of us—

we will take together

the hidden path

with doors to the secret

of our hope.

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If you want—

nothing but the two of us—

we will take together

the hidden path

with doors to the secret

of our hope.

The keys are those—those of love.

The keys are those—those of love.