It's not the story of a day
Which rhymes with love,
Instead, a long stay
But not: a "forever"
I don't want a "for life" that leads to paradise,
Me, I have time!
It's just a compromise, a little like rainwater that becomes ocean...
It's not hell either
Question of habit...
If it's not for life, too bad,
So say yes…

I don't like the habit!
I don't like when it lasts!
I'm not twenty...
I don't have attitude...Even if I seem to!
I'm not twenty...And stiletto heels: a girl's talent,
Melody of the wind
I change like I rhyme, an aspirin tablet,
One is old at twenty...
Me, I have time!

It's not the story of love
That flows like Adour
Instead, a rush of air
That blows on your ground
I no longer want a "I tie myself up", that annoys me and makes me angry
Me, I have time!
Instead a daring blow, (you) must like me in my place
And wait for me to turn

La la la la la, melody of the wind