Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dès que le printemps revient, artist - Hugues Aufray. Album song La terre est si belle !, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 13.06.1991
Record label: Fontana
Song language: French
Dès que le printemps revient(original) |
Les filles sont jolies |
Dès que le printemps est là |
Mais les serments s’oublient |
Dès que le printemps s’en va |
Là-bas dans la prairie |
J’attends toujours, mais en vain |
Une fille en organdi |
Dès que le printemps revient |
Non, le temps n’y fait rien |
Oh non, le temps n’y peut rien |
Je repense à ses yeux |
Dès que le printemps est là |
Je revois nos adieux |
Dès que le printemps s’en va |
Mais son image rôde |
Au détour de mon chemin |
Quand les soirées se font chaudes |
Dès que le printemps revient |
Je crois la retrouver |
Dès que le printemps est là |
Je cesse d’y rêver |
Dès que le printemps s’en va |
Après bien des hivers |
Pourtant mon cœur se souvient |
Comme si c'était hier |
Dès que le printemps revient |
Parfois je veux mourir |
Dès que le printemps est là |
Je crois toujours guérir |
Dès que le printemps s’en va |
Mais je sens la brûlure |
D’une douleur qui m'étreint |
Comme une ancienne blessure |
Dès que le printemps revient |
(translation) |
The girls are pretty |
As soon as spring is here |
But oaths are forgotten |
As soon as spring goes |
Over there in the meadow |
I'm still waiting, but in vain |
A girl in organdy |
As soon as spring returns |
No, time doesn't matter |
Oh no, time can't help it |
I think back to his eyes |
As soon as spring is here |
I see our goodbyes |
As soon as spring goes |
But his image lurks |
Along my way |
When the evenings get hot |
As soon as spring returns |
I think I find her |
As soon as spring is here |
I stop dreaming about it |
As soon as spring goes |
After many winters |
Yet my heart remembers |
Like it was yesterday |
As soon as spring returns |
Sometimes I want to die |
As soon as spring is here |
I still believe in healing |
As soon as spring goes |
But I feel the burn |
Of a pain that grips me |
Like an old wound |
As soon as spring returns |