I would like to sing to you a recollected piece, a misguided chorus on a piece of paper from the bottom of the corbet that I have never emptied. I would like to pass through your borders, very gently, without forcing the barriers, chat with you on the other side and cross your amazed look. So tell me, I love you, no need for a staging, before it's too late, that the dark night separates us. Tell me, I love you, it's not complicated anyway, tonight the moon is full and we have no sleep. I would like to go through the lines of your face, hug you in my arms, exchange a kiss, chase away all the clouds that have prevented us. I would like to get you out of these four walls, let a little air pass between the cracks, make the *** jump, evacuate the pressure and find the courage that we often lacked. So tell me, I love you, no need for a staging, before it's too late, that the dark night separates us. Tell me, I love you, it's not complicated anyway, tonight the moon is full and we have no sleep. I would like to offer you a bouquet of scents, in a garden, the one of my heart, an open window on a new horizon, an unknown land swept by the winds. So tell me, I love you, no need for a staging, before it's too late, that the dark night separates us. Tell me, I love you, it's not complicated anyway, tonight the moon is full and we have no sleep. Tell me, I love you, the moon is full and we have no sleep. © transcript Emily Beynon