On the wall there were wisteria,
On the wall there was Wisteria ;
You, you wore a blue apron ,
You, you wore an apron ;
Always in your nose basins,
Always in your nose basins,
In that time , we spoke little,
In that time , it was silent.
This is not the love, poor Martha ,
This is not the love, but it will come.
Apparently cousin and cousin ,
Apparently cousin and cousin ,
It should not love love , no,
It does not speak of love.
So we talked about the weather ,
Rain and wildflowers ,
The harvest and plowing , but
We never spoke of love .
This is not the love, poor Martha ,
This is not the love, but it will come.
Then I left the factory ,
Then I left the factory ,
I n'voulais not be a farmer myself,
I wanted to be the first.
Thank you very much, little Jesus ,
I ate well and I'm drunk,
I am loved and respected me
It tell me "you" to talk to me .
This is not the love, poor Martha ,
This is not the love, but it will come.
Yet when I see wisteria,
Yet when I see wisteria,
I want to tear myself,
I want to rip .
Seems that you have had two daughters,
That are part of my family,
But like love tells me nothing ,
They will never have cousins.
This is not the love, poor Martha ,
It is not hatred, but it will come.