Текст песни Шарль Трене - Que Reste-t-il de nos Amours

Why
Night song I sang the wind
The fact that there is love in the world?
After all, I had forgotten about it ...

Now,
Though curdling heat in my fireplace
And so the old dreams is not in sight,
I remember how he loved ...

What is left to us from the love?
As soon as the sadness of old days,
Only the lock of hair and a bunch of yellow
Photos ...

Where are the notes and flowers?
Where is April and the dreams?
And where in the garden steps creak
On gravel? ..

Where the warm wind in her hair
And kissing on the lips?
Say that in spite of years
It remains to us?

Memories faithful guardian,
Off the beaten track somewhat obfuscated landscape ...
In the darkness came your dear face,
Love mirage ...

Why
They sped away into the past forever
And gently closed eyelids,
And whisper in their ears that sound?

Why
Flower, withered in the old book,
He recalled the happy Mige
And the scent of newly drunk? ..

What is left to us from the love?
As soon as the sadness of old days,
Only the lock of hair and a bunch of yellow
Photos ...

Where are the notes and flowers?
Where is April and the dreams?
And where in the garden steps creak
On gravel? ..

Where the warm wind in her hair
And kissing on the lips?
Say that in spite of years
It remains to us?

Memories faithful guardian,
Off the beaten track somewhat obfuscated landscape ...
In the darkness came your dear face,
Love mirage ...

Paroles et musique: Charles Trenet