"I never told you I'd love you all my life." A friend sent me this clip yesterday for its warm, sweet, off-beat charm, but I couldn't help but love the raw apartment and decor that serves as the backdrop behind the scene. From Pierrot le Fou by Jean Luc Godard, Anna Karina sings to Jean Paul Belmondo while he sits, smoking, in bed. English lyrics are below. This is Paris, 1965.

Anna Karina - Jamais je ne t'ai dit que je t'aimerai toujour

I never told you I'd love you all my life.
Oh my love
You never swore to adore me all your life
We never made promises like that,
knowing me
knowing you.
We never though we ever would be caught by love
fickle as we were
and yet, and yet, step by step
without a word between us.
Bit by bit
Feelings slipped between our merry mingled bodies
and words of love rose our naked lips.
Bit by bit
Lots of words of love began to mingle
gently with our kisses.
How many words of love?
I never would have thought I'd always want you.
Oh my love
We never would have thought we two could live together and not get bored.
Wake up every morning and be just as surprised to be just as happy
in the same bed.
Desire nothing more than that oh so banal pleasure
of feeling so good to be together
and yet, and yet,
step by step
without a word between us
Bit by bit
Our feelings bound us tight in spite of ourselves, bound us tight forever
feelings stronger than any words of love.
Known or unknown.
Feelings so wild and so strong
feelings we never thought were possible before.
Don't ever promise to adore me all your life.

Let's not make promises like that,

knowing me
knowing you
Let's keep the feeling that this love of ours,
this love of ours
will be short and sweet.