Que Reste-t-il de Nos Amours?
Avalon Jazz Band
What Remains of Our Loves?
Tonight the wind knocking at my door
Speaks to me of dead loves
In front of the dying fire
Tonight it's a song of autumn
In the shivering house
And I think of distant days
What remains of our loves
What remains of those beautiful days
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What remains of sweet notes
Of April months, of appointments
A memory that haunts me
Relentlessly
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, fleeting dreams
What remains of all that
Tell me
A small village, an old steeple
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
Of my past
The tender words whispered
The purest caresses
The vows deep in the woods
The flowers found in a book
Whose scent intoxicates you
Have flown away why?
What remains of our loves
What remains of those beautiful days
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What remains of sweet notes
Of April months, of appointments
A memory that haunts me
Relentlessly
