Notre façon de vivre [English translation]

You leave—you come back—

it is always like that between us.

Planes and trains

deal the blow to us with the endless comings and goings.

You call me at midnight to say hello.

You are puzzled by my drowsy voice—

for you, it is noon.

We have said more than one "see you later,"

but never "goodbye—goodbye."

Write me too often words that are nonsensical.

Let's not take the time any longer

to speak or listen even when we have the time for it.

We have said more than one "see you later,"

but never "goodbye—goodbye."

Our love is crazy to live.

It suits him to be free.

You cannot put life in a cage.

My friends told me to be careful.

Things cannot last and,

when your better half is absent, you begin to dream.

But too bad or so much the better.

Me, I chose it—

this life written on a ticket to go—

to go and to return.

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My friends told me to be careful.

Things cannot last and,

when you better half is absent, you begin to dream.

But too bad or so much the better.

Me, I chose it—

this life written on a ticket to go—

to go and to return.