Trop de choses [English translation]

Too many things to tell you, my love

Words are not enough

We'd have to come up with new ones

Which haven't been heard too often already

Because words like 'emotion'

Won't ever be able

To make the product of our passion explode

In this war raging inside of us

Too many thing to tell you, my love

So how should I say them?

Why should I write them?

I may as well sing them

Before they start haunting me

Day and night

And forever and ever

I may as well sing them

Before they go stale

We went through this life

Without being able to live without each other

You know what I'm talking about

I always know what you're talking about

We went through this life

We were only passing by

Ignoring the torpor

By your side, I was never afraid

Too many thing to tell you, my love

So how should I say them?

Why should I write them?

I may as well sing them

Before they start haunting me

Day and night

And forever and ever

I may as well sing them

Before they go stale

When we meet again

In other ourselves

Kept prisoners by the same love

Even stronger then

I'll be you

You'll be me

But sometimes it's like

It's already the case

I may as well sing them

Before they start haunting me

Day and night

And forever and ever

I may as well sing them

Before they go stale

I may as well sing them

Before they start haunting me

Day and night

And forever and ever

I may as well sing them

Before they go stale

• Artist:Isabelle Boulay
• Album:Mieux qu'ici-bas (2000)