When I return home in the evening
I don't even want to talk,
don't look at me with that tenderness
as if I were a child who returns disappointed.
Yes, I know that this is not certainly the life that I dreamed of one day for us...
You'll see, you'll see, you'll see that it will change,
maybe it won't be tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
You'll see, you'll see, it's not over you know,
I can't tell you how and when but you'll see that it will change.
I would rather know that you cry,
that you reproach me for having disappointed you,
and not always see you so sweet
accept everything that comes from me.
The thought of you and me makes me despair, because I don't know how to give you more.
When I return home in the evening
I don't even want to to speak,
don't look at me with that tenderness
as if I were a child who returns disappointed.
Yes, I know that this is certainly not the life I dreamed of one day for us...< br/>You'll see, you'll see, you'll see that it will change,
maybe it won't be tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
You'll see, you'll see, it's not over you know,
I can't tell you how and when but you'll see that it will change .

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