Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sonia, artist - Patrick Juvet.
Date of issue: 31.12.1972
Song language: French
Sonia(original) |
Elle tait venue comme une toile |
Pareille celle des nuits de neige |
Le vent froid de sa steppe natale |
La suivait comme une mre, une mre |
C’tait mon rve, c’tait Sonia |
C’tait l’amour qui venait du froid |
Etait-ce un songe que j’ai invent pour un t? |
C’tait mon rve, c’tait Sonia |
C’tait l’amour qui venait du froid |
Son cњur dcembre a brl mes doigts |
Mon coeur, j’en tremble |
Elle n’avait pu se faire l’ide |
Que mon pays fait parfois l’t |
Au doux soleil des mille ciels bleus |
Je devais lui allumer un grand feu |
C’tait mon rve, c’tait Sonia |
C’tait l’amour qui venait du froid |
Etait-ce un songe que j’ai invent pour un t? |
C’tait mon rve, c’tait Sonia |
C’tait l’amour qui venait du froid |
Son cњur dcembre a brl mes doigts |
Mon coeur, j’en tremble |
C’tait mon rve, c’tait Sonia |
C’tait l’amour qui venait du froid |
Un jour peut-tre elle me reviendra comme une fte |
Un jour peut-tre dans une gare |
Ou sur ma route, fleur de hasard |
Elle reviendra me parler du froid, elle reviendra! |
(translation) |
She had come like a star |
Like snowy nights |
The cold wind of his native steppe |
followed her like a mother, a mother |
It was my dream, it was Sonia |
It was the love that came from the cold |
Was it a dream I made up for a t? |
It was my dream, it was Sonia |
It was the love that came from the cold |
His December heart burned my fingers |
My heart, I tremble |
She couldn't have imagined |
That my country sometimes does the t |
In the soft sun of a thousand blue skies |
I had to light him a big fire |
It was my dream, it was Sonia |
It was the love that came from the cold |
Was it a dream I made up for a t? |
It was my dream, it was Sonia |
It was the love that came from the cold |
His December heart burned my fingers |
My heart, I tremble |
It was my dream, it was Sonia |
It was the love that came from the cold |
One day maybe she'll come back to me like a party |
One day maybe at a train station |
Or on my way, flower of chance |
She will come back to tell me about the cold, she will come back! |