Paper by Saint Etienne

[paper, the original, in english:]


Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
With her friend / in tow. /
I know that it feels / that there's no-one else on earth. /
Oh, heavenly days, / you and me. /


Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /


There's a place / that i've seen in my dreams, /
I'd like to live there / by a golden sea. /
The only sound / that i ever want to hear /
Is the sound / of her voice. /


Here she comes, / she's running over the hill /
With her friend / in tow. /


Ooh... / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love,) / only love can mend a broken heart. /
Ooh... (only love.)