What else could I write ?
Baby you're carrying me and I'm carrying you
Love is an object kept in an empty box
Everybody splits apart sometimes
Ring out the old year, ring in the new.
My only talent is that I love this little world
I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
Everything with wings is restless
Would you know yourself as good as I know you ?
On nage on ne pense à rien
What a glorious feeling !
The sound of silence
