Il N'y a Pas D'amour Heureux

Nothing is ever acquired by man. Neither his strength
Nor his weakness nor his heart, and when he believes
To open his arms his shadow is that of a cross
And when he believes he is holding his happiness, he crushes it
His life is a strange and painful divorce

There is no happy love
His life resembles those soldiers without weapons
Who were dressed for another destiny
What can they do by getting up in the 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 wound
I carry you within me like a wounded bird
And those without knowing watch us pass by
Repeating after me the words I have woven
And which for your big eyes immediately died

There is no happy love
By the time we learn to live it is already too late
Let our hearts cry in unison in the night
What sorrow is needed for the slightest song
What regrets are needed to pay for a shiver
What tears are needed for a guitar tune

There is no happy love
There is no love that is not painful
There is no love that does not leave us bruised
There is no love that does not leave us withered

And no more than you, the love of the homeland
There is no love that does not live on tears
There is no happy love
But it is our love for both of us