Now they sing love, now they write love There is no topic other than love, there is nothing else to sing But few know its value, someone mentions its pain So much rhymes with the heart, but few know what it is I don't know what love is, but I know I want it and she wants it I want to hurt myself and then hurt you Because there is no pleasure without pain We make it hurt, until our hearts break Everything beautiful then dies, life is short like a flower Sometimes I feel like a fool, to fall in love you need courage I sleep on one side, on the other side, my heart is made of ice Your heart is nostalgia, don't believe me when I tell you that I love you I'm just drunk In my heart there is no snow, I wait for spring In my heart there is no snow, only you can melt it Now they sing love, now they write love There is no topic other than love, there is nothing else to sing But few know its value, someone mentions its pain So much rhymes with the heart, but few know what it is We are lost, between banks of clouds From the river of doubts we came out and suck A little disillusioned, a little more insecure And our restless souls will return those of two strangers And the moments spent together will seem to me another to have lived them Wanting to be next to you at the same time Feel like saying goodbye I take time with a pretext I go back on my feet after I set off I run, I breathe, tired I run for a smile that escapes We are flowers tied between the vines and the tall grass I don't know what love is Maybe it's a contradiction A lucid madness A left-handed discovery Clutching hard just to let go I don't know what love is But I always cry when the day dies And who knows how there is salt Both at the bottom of the tears and in the sea And I would have a thousand lives to make without me And a dive to the heart will remind me of you Who knows why Now they sing love Now they write love There is no topic other than love There is nothing else to sing But few know its value Someone mentions its pain So much rhymes with the heart But few know what it is