Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quand on se promenè, artist - Jean Gabin. Date of issue: 15.10.2015
Song language: French
Quand on se promenè(original) |
| Rien n’est jamais acquis à l’homme. |
| Ni sa force |
| Ni sa faiblesse ni son coeur. |
| Et quand il croit |
| Ouvrir ses bras son ombre est celle d’une croix |
| Et quand il croit serrer son bonheur il le broie |
| Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Sa vie elle ressemble à ces soldats sans armes |
| Qu’on avait habillés pour un autre destin |
| È quoi peut leur servir de ce lever matin |
| Eux qu’on retrouve au soir désoeuvrés incertains |
| Dites ces mots ma vie et retenez vos larmes |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirure |
| Je te porte en moi comme un oiseau blessé |
| Et ceux-là sans savoir nous regardent passer |
| Répétant après moi les mots que j’ai tressés |
| Et qui pour tes grands yeux tout aussitút moururent |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Le temps d’aprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tard |
| Que pleurent dans la nuit nos coeurs à l’unisson |
| Ce qu’il faut de malheur pour la moindre chanson |
| Ce qu’il faut de regrets pour payer un frisson |
| Ce qu’il faut de sanglots pour un air de guitare |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| (The following words are non singed by Nina) |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour qui ne soit douleur |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour dont on ne soit meurtri |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour dont on ne soit flétri |
| Et pas plus que de toi l’amour de la patrie |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour qui ne vive de pleurs |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Mais c’est notre amour à tous les deux |
| (translation) |
| Nothing is ever acquired by man. |
| Nor his strength |
| Neither his weakness nor his heart. |
| And when he believes |
| Open his arms his shadow is that of a cross |
| And when he thinks he squeezes his happiness he crushes it |
| Her life is a strange and painful divorce |
| There is no happy love |
| Her life she looks like those unarmed soldiers |
| That we had dressed for another destiny |
| What can they use this morning to wake up to? |
| Those who we find in the evening idle uncertain |
| Say these words my life and hold back your tears |
| There is no happy love |
| My beautiful love my dear love my heartbreak |
| I carry you inside me like a wounded bird |
| And those without knowing watch us pass |
| Repeating after me the words I have braided |
| And who for your big eyes immediately died |
| There is no happy love |
| The time to learn to live it's already too late |
| Let our hearts cry in the night in unison |
| What it takes for the least song |
| What it takes regrets to pay a thrill |
| What it takes sobs for a guitar tune |
| There is no happy love |
| (The following words are unsinged by Nina) |
| There is no love that is not pain |
| There's no love that doesn't hurt |
| There's no love that won't be withered |
| And no more than from you the love of the fatherland |
| There is no love that does not live on tears |
| There is no happy love |
| But it's our love to both |