I see you with those people, 

You appear to me (to be) light, as if you are transparent,

I look at the days passing by in my distant life,

I don't search for love, I know it will come,

I look at you, you're having fun, and I play along as if it were fun for me,

And I force you not to be childish,

You, you are making big gestures, you look so happy, 

Sometimes I hate what I feel for you