There is no real reason 
why I should love you,
maybe it's the changing of the season 
or maybe i've got the flou.

When you talk to me 
often you make me mad
but then you smile at me 
and I go out of my head!

You're not so nice,
nor you're so polite 
sometimes I think your heart is made of ice.
But I'll continue to believe that inside you there's a light.

With these lines, I don't want to immortalize my name:
I just hope that our love will start like a flame.

M.C.