Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nostalgie, artist - Dalida. Album song L'Intégrale Des Enregistrements Orlando, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Barclay
Song language: French
Nostalgie(original) |
Quand je repense à nous |
J’ai le coeur qui flambe un peu |
Comme au temps de nous deux |
Tu étais fou |
Comme ceux qui jouent le coeur et leur amour |
Et qui gagnent toujours |
Nostalgie |
Comme une image de Visconti |
Quand Venise a le coeur gris |
Nostalgie |
Il pleut sur mes rêves |
Et aussi sur notre photographie |
Et tes baisers de nacre |
Etaient pour moi comme des sacres |
De printemps et de bonheur |
Mais dans tes yeux de Slave |
Je me suis vue comme une esclave |
Et je crois bien que j’ai eu peur |
Nostalgie |
Comme un violon de Vivaldi |
Quand la musique a le coeur gris |
Nostalgie |
Il pleut sur mes rêves |
Et aussi sur notre photographie |
Tu avais cette insolence |
Qui me faisait souvent violence |
Entre le rire et le mépris |
Tu avais l’air d’un roi |
Mais ton royaume c'était moi |
Je ne le comprends qu’aujourd’hui |
Nostalgie |
Aux yeux de Modigliani |
Quand la palette a leur coeur gris |
Nostalgie |
Il pleut sur mes rêves |
Et aussi sur notre photographie |
Et je sais aujourd’hui |
Que sa vie |
On peut la perdre aussi… |
(translation) |
When I think of us |
My heart is a little on fire |
Like in the days of us two |
you were crazy |
Like those who play the heart and their love |
And who always win |
Nostalgia |
Like a picture of Visconti |
When Venice has a gray heart |
Nostalgia |
It's raining on my dreams |
And also on our photography |
And your mother-of-pearl kisses |
Were for me like coronations |
Of spring and happiness |
But in your Slavic eyes |
I saw myself as a slave |
And I believe I was scared |
Nostalgia |
Like a Vivaldi violin |
When music has a gray heart |
Nostalgia |
It's raining on my dreams |
And also on our photography |
You had that insolence |
Who often did violence to me |
Between laughter and contempt |
You looked like a king |
But your kingdom was me |
I only understand it today |
Nostalgia |
In the eyes of Modigliani |
When the palette has their gray heart |
Nostalgia |
It's raining on my dreams |
And also on our photography |
And I know today |
That his life |
You can lose it too... |