Je ne tíaime pas
I don't love you

Magre

I donít love you Take away your hand, I donít love you,
Itís what you wanted, just a friend you said.
Itís for others to enjoy the hollow of your arms,
Your darling kiss, your sleeping head.

Donít talk to me during the evening
Too confidingly or in a voice thatís low,
And please, donít give me your handkerchief;
It has too much of the scent I love and know.

Tell me about your affairs, I donít love you,
The time that was most filled with spice.
I donít love you ..........
And if he loved you well, or if he was mean ...
And when you tell me, donít be nice,
I donít love you.

I didnít weep, I didnít suffer,
It was just a dream, a moment of madness.
Itís enough that your eyes are bright,
With no regrets for the evening, with no sadness.

Itís enough to see you happy.
Itís enough to see your smile.
Tell me how he captured your heart,
And those things we keep to ourselves a while ....

No, youíd better not ... Iím on my knees ....
The fire is out, the door is locked ....
I donít love you,
Donít ask me, Iím crying .... Thatís all

I donít love you,
I donít love you, oh my beloved! ...
Take away your hand ...... I donít love you ....
I donít love you! ....