Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux, artist - Poom. Album song 2016, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 23.05.2016
Song language: French
Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux(original) |
| Rien n’est jamais acquis à l’homme. |
| Ni sa force |
| Ni sa faiblesse ni son cœur. |
| Et quand il croit |
| Ouvrir ses bras son ombre est celle d’une croix |
| Et quand il croit serrer son bonheur il le broie |
| Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Sa vie elle ressemble à ces soldats sans armes |
| Qu’on avait habillés pour un autre destin |
| A quoi peut leur servir de ce lever matin |
| Eux qu’on retrouve au soir désarmés incertains |
| Dites ces mots ma vie et retenez vos larmes |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirure |
| Je te porte dans moi comme un oiseau blessé |
| Et ceux-là sans savoir nous regardent passer |
| Répétant après moi les mots que j’ai tressés |
| Et qui pour tes grands yeux tout aussitôt moururent |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour qui ne soit à douleur |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour dont on ne soit meurtri |
| Mais c’est notre amour à tous les deux |
| Le temps d’apprendre à vivre |
| il est déjà trop tard |
| Que pleurent dans la nuit nos cœurs à l’unisson |
| Il n’y a pas d’amour heureux |
| (translation) |
| Nothing is ever acquired by man. |
| Nor his strength |
| Neither his weakness nor his heart. |
| And when he believes |
| Open his arms his shadow is that of a cross |
| And when he thinks he squeezes his happiness he crushes it |
| Her life is a strange and painful divorce |
| There is no happy love |
| Her life she looks like those unarmed soldiers |
| That we had dressed for another destiny |
| What good can they get out of this morning |
| Those who are found in the evening disarmed uncertain |
| Say these words my life and hold back your tears |
| There is no happy love |
| My beautiful love my dear love my heartbreak |
| I carry you inside me like a wounded bird |
| And those without knowing watch us pass |
| Repeating after me the words I have braided |
| And who for your big eyes immediately died |
| There is no happy love |
| There's no love that doesn't hurt |
| There's no love that doesn't hurt |
| But it's our love to both |
| Time to learn to live |
| It is already too late |
| That our hearts cry in the night in unison |
| There is no happy love |