06/09/2026
Twenty years of love is crazy love.
A thousand times you took your suitcase
A thousand times I took flight
And each piece of furniture in this room--without a cradle--
reminds me of the explosions of old tempests.
Nothing is itself: you’ve lost your taste for water
And me, the taste for conquest.
My love, my dear, my sweet, my best love
from the clear dawn to the end of day
I love you still, you know,
I love you.
Me, I know all your charms
You, you know all my bewitching ways.
You have kept me in snare after snare.
I have lost you from time to time.
Sure, you’ve taken some lovers-
One should have a good time, one should exult in the body.
Finally, we’ve had to develop the talent for being old
without being adults!
(chorus)
And much of the time we act like we're at a funeral
And much of the time we create pain
But this is not the worst trap
That living in peace is for some lovers.
Certainly, you cry a little less early,
I fall apart a little later,
We protect our secrets less, we leave less to chance
We guard against going with the flow
Yet there is always a tender war.
Oh, my love--my sweet, my kind, my dearest love
from the dawn’s light to the end of day,
I love you still, you know, I love you.
