Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Parlez-Moi D'amour , by - Linda Ronstadt. Song from the album Adieu False Heart, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Vanguard
Song language: French
Parlez-Moi D'amour(original) |
| Parlez moi d’amour |
| Redites-moi des choses tenders |
| Votre beau discours |
| Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre |
| Pourvu que toujours |
| Vous repetiez ces mots supremes |
| Je vous aime |
| Vous savez bien |
| Que dans le fond je n’en crois rien |
| Mais cependant je veux encore |
| Ecouter ce mot que j’adore |
| Votre voix aux sons caressants |
| Qui la murmure en fremissant |
| Me berce de sa belle histoire |
| Et malgre moi je veux y croire |
| Parlez moi d’amour |
| Redites-moi des choses tenders |
| Votre beau discours |
| Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre |
| Pourvu que toujours |
| Vous repetiez ces mots supremes |
| Je vous aime |
| Parlez moi d’amour |
| Redites-moi des choses tenders |
| Votre beau discours |
| Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre |
| Pourvu que toujours |
| Vous repetiez ces mots supremes |
| Je vous aime |
| Parlez moi d’amour |
| Redites-moi des choses tenders |
| Votre beau discours |
| Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre |
| Pourvu que toujours |
| Vous repetiez ces mots supremes |
| Je vous aime |
| Il est si doux |
| Mon cher tresor d’etre un peu fou |
| La vie est parfois trop amere |
| Si l’on ne croit pas aux chimeres |
| Le chagrin est vite apaise |
| Et se console d’un baiser |
| Du Coeur on guerit la blessure |
| Par un serment qui la rassure |
| Parlez moi d’amour |
| Redites-moi des choses tenders |
| Votre beau discours |
| Mon coeur n’est pas las de l’entendre |
| Pourvu que toujours |
| Vous repetiez ces mots supremes |
| Je vous aime |
| Speak to me of love |
| Tell me those tender things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it Provided that you will always |
| Repeat these supreme words |
| I love you |
| You know well that underneath it all |
| I don’t believe any of it But meanwhile I want to still hear those words |
| That I adore |
| Your voice with its caressing sounds |
| That murmurs in trembling |
| Rocks me with its beautiful story |
| And in spite of myself I want to believe it It is so sweet, my dear treasure, to be a little crazy |
| Life is sometimes too bitter |
| If we don’t believe in little fancies |
| Sorrow is quickly quieted |
| And consoled from a kiss |
| From the heart |
| Wounds are healed by reassuring words |
| (translation) |
| Tell me about love |
| Tell me sweet things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it |
| Provided that always |
| You repeated these supreme words |
| I like You |
| You know well |
| That deep down I don't believe it |
| But still I want |
| Listen to this word that I love |
| Your caressing voice |
| Who whispers it shuddering |
| Rocks me with her beautiful story |
| And in spite of myself I want to believe it |
| Tell me about love |
| Tell me sweet things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it |
| Provided that always |
| You repeated these supreme words |
| I like You |
| Tell me about love |
| Tell me sweet things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it |
| Provided that always |
| You repeated these supreme words |
| I like You |
| Tell me about love |
| Tell me sweet things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it |
| Provided that always |
| You repeated these supreme words |
| I like You |
| He's so sweet |
| My dear treasure of being a little crazy |
| Life is sometimes too bitter |
| If you don't believe in chimeras |
| Sorrow is quickly appeased |
| And comforts himself with a kiss |
| From the heart we heal the wound |
| By an oath that reassures her |
| Tell me about love |
| Tell me sweet things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it |
| Provided that always |
| You repeated these supreme words |
| I like You |
| Speak to me of love |
| Tell me those tender things again |
| Your beautiful speech |
| My heart is not tired of hearing it Provided that you will always |
| Repeat these supreme words |
| I love you |
| You know well that underneath it all |
| I don't believe any of it But meanwhile I want to still hear those words |
| That I adore |
| Your voice with its caressing sounds |
| That murmurs in trembling |
| Rocks me with its beautiful story |
| And in spite of myself I want to believe it It is so sweet, my dear treasure, to be a little crazy |
| Life is sometimes too bitter |
| If we don't believe in little fancies |
| Sorrow is quickly quieted |
| And consoled from a kiss |
| From the heart |
| Wounds are healed by reassuring words |