Apple C

I have her picture,
I have her email,
Her heart at the tip of my keyboard
I have her face
And I want her
Without ever having touched her
Should I save it?
Or just quit?
Apple, it's a man and woman
And it's all a program,
An artificial sky
Apple, who turns me on and off
We love too quickly;
Our lives are virtual
She writes to me,
But my screen formats the feelings
But I imagine that a machine
Can only imitate
My goddess,
She is not really real
Apple, it's a man and woman
And it's all a program,
An artificial sky Pomme, who turns me on and off
We love too quickly;
It's virtual
A little love, copied and pasted
A little love,
Apple C
A little love downloaded,
A little love to save ... To save
But love is not virtual
Apple, it's a man and woman
And it's all a program,
But love isn't virtual
Apple, who turns me on and off
We love too quickly;
It's virtual
Should I save it?
Or should I just quit?

Calogero - Apple C (original title: Pomme C)