Love can't be explained. It comes, just like that,
from where no one knows and suddenly it takes hold.
I've heard it said that it makes you suffer, it makes you cry,
It brings us joy, with tears in our eyes. It is sad and marvelous.
People say its' a deceiver, that there is one in every pair who is never happy.
Even when one has lost a love one knew,
there is a taste of honey, love the eternal.
That's all very pretty,
but when all is over and done, it leaves you nothing
but a huge unhappiness.
All that now seems to be tearing you apart,
tomorrow will be a memory of pure joy.
All in all, if I understand it,
without love in your life, without its joys and sadness,
you've lived for nothing.
Look at me. I have believed in it every time and will believe always.
That is what love is for.
But you, you are the last. You are the first.
Before you there was nothing.
With you I feel fine. It is you who I want,
You who I need, You whom I will love always,
That's what love is for.