Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amour, amour, artist - Charles Trenet. Album song Y'a d'la joie: Best of, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: French
Amour, amour(original) |
L’amour est un soleil frivole |
Et, comme lui, toujours, il meurt. |
L’amour, comme le jour, s’envole |
Et la nuit tombe dans nos cœurs. |
Ainsi nous disent les poètes |
Depuis longtemps, oui mais, ce soir |
Je veux chanter l’amour en fête |
Je veux chanter la vie, l’espoir |
Amour, amour |
Rien n’est plus doux que ta caresse. |
Amour, amour |
Ta voix, c’est toute la jeunesse. |
Le cœur est fou, comme il bat vite, on a vingt ans. |
La vie pour nous est un joli soleil de printemps. |
La nuit, le jour |
C’est le bonheur, la joie de vivre. |
Amour, amour |
Qui s’offre à nous comme un beau livre |
Le temps est court. |
Il faut cueillir chaque beau jour |
Car demain viendra sans retour. |
Ne pensons qu'à l’amour. |
Si ma chanson a su te plaire |
Amour, il faut sourire un peu. |
Un bon sourire et tout s'éclaire. |
Le jour se lève dans tes yeux |
Mais quelle peine te tourmente? |
Tu pleures ! |
C’est un souvenir. |
Pourtant la vie n’est pas méchante: |
Ce qu’elle veut, c’est refleurir. |
(translation) |
Love is a frivolous sun |
And, like him, always, he dies. |
Love, like the day, flies away |
And night falls in our hearts. |
So the poets tell us |
For a long time, yes but, tonight |
I want to sing love in celebration |
I want to sing of life, of hope |
Love love |
Nothing is sweeter than your caress. |
Love love |
Your voice is all youth. |
The heart is crazy, how fast it beats, we are twenty years old. |
Life for us is a pretty spring sun. |
Night, day |
It is happiness, the joy of living. |
Love love |
Which offers itself to us like a beautiful book |
Time is short. |
Gotta pick every fine day |
Because tomorrow will come without return. |
Let's just think about love. |
If my song was able to please you |
Love, you have to smile a little. |
A good smile and everything lights up. |
The day dawns in your eyes |
But what sorrow torments you? |
You cry ! |
It's a memory. |
Yet life is not mean: |
What she wants is to bloom again. |