Dusk light, untie the rope of love in my heart.
School below the veranda, michel bizot.
I'm slowly walking home.

When I see it, the hidden streak of light,
In the evening, I feel lost inside
I hold for you that one particular view,
Until love folds your heart to mine.

Love is the answer in my heart.
It won't stay.
It steals away and I can't complete that missing part.
But it is so and I don't know why.

As I sat to read in the tuileries I thought of you some more.
Or when I walked in rome, climbed the sad steps all alone.
I wrote a letter to make better of my heart.

I haven't met you, but when I feel so low,
I begin to wonder if I'll know.
You're heart soon.
Or too late when it's ruined by too much time alone.

Love is the answer in my heart.
It won't stay.
It steals away and I can't complete that missi.