Yours,
in the way that you have to be beautiful,
in the way you have to be to me,
to your soft words a little artificial,
sometimes
Yours,
to the little girl you were,
to the one you are still often,
to your pass, to your regret,
to your charming old prionces,
Refrain:
to life, to love,
to our lives, nowadays,
to the eternal return of luck,
to the child who will come,
who will look like us,
who will be both you and me.
To me,
to the madness of which you are the reason,
to my anger without knowing why,
my silences and my betrayals,
to me,
at the time I spent looking for you,
the qualities you do not care about,
to the defects that I hid from you,
to my ideas of a baladin.
Refrain.
Ours,
to the memories we are going to make,
in the future and in the present especially,
at the health of this old earth,
who cares.
ours,
our hopes and our illusions,
at our next first date,
to the health of these thousands of lovers,
who are like us.
Refrain.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)