L’amour

“L’amour, hum hum, pas pour moi,
Tous ces “toujours”,
C’est pas net, ca joue des tours,
Ca s’approche sans se montrer,
Comme un traitre de velours,
Ca me blesse, ou me lasse, selon les jours”

Carla Bruni

“Iubire hum hum hum nu pentru mine
Toate aceste “pentru totdeauna”
Nimic sigur, se pot intoarce impotriva ta,
Se apropie invizibil,
Ca un tradator de catifea,
Ma raneste, sau ma plictiseste, in functie de zile.”

Restul de versuri aici


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