L'ivresse des Lucioles

We Wouldn't Have To

In A Bar In Buenos Aires - Franz Gordon

Let's just pretend,

I haven't messed it up

For a moment, we could get to know each other

And maybe, we'd like what we are

Or we would't say the truth

It is just a matter a time,

For the bars to turn silent,

And the night, to be painted in red again

But tonight,

I won't hear it all

Scream in agony

I won't see myself, unconscient of my own loneliness,

Feeling grateful, to see you in that bus

Beautiful, and,

Just the same as before

Without any thought, for your suicidal lover

Sitting right behind you.

I mean,

This shouldn't have to be that hard

Living differently

Without knowing what makes you vibrate,

Or laugh so much you can barely breathe

Or what could have make you,

Wanting to die,

Someday.

Life is strange, sometimes

It isn't always meant to be understood

You,

Weren't always meant to be understood

Even by yourself,

Or anyone

It isn't sad, I am too

We are all, and maybe,

That is what makes us so lovable.

Nights are freezing, in my mind

But the music feels so warm,

I know you would understand that

I know we would talk,

Maybe even smile a little

You wouldn't have to love me,

And I wouldn't have to love you

You wouldn't have to read my poems,

We don't need poems, do we ?

I wouldn't have to feel you at all,

To regret anything,

Laugh and vibrate, in the music and in the night

With you

I wouldn't have to understand,

To leave

Without even saying goodbye.