Music,sweet music,
Sweet love of my tenderness,
Neverless,never tenderness.
So long,i'm the poor
Old son of the dirty bitch of my madness,
So long to you,so long for me,
I love you and you don't know
That i am mad about us
I try to kill the time
and time is killing us
So sad,so loving and so lonely,
Here me ,i try to be still alived for you,
And i hope you will see that one day,
Your day when we could be alone
For all the rest of the life.

Jean Philippe DESSAINT