Elle
Charles Aznavour
She
Aznavour
She, her name always engraved
In my heart and in my thoughts
That nothing in the world can ever erase.
Dutronc
She, the providential angel
Who one day fell from the sky for me
To give to my wounded life
The taste of forgotten dreams.
Aznavour
She, the source that springs
In the hearts of my tarnished springs
The wild flower that is the salt of my life.
Dutronc
She, my only horizon
My only chance and my reason
To live and shout my passion
In all tones.
Aznavour
She, to whom the shadows of the night are scary
Who, when the storm thunders its fury
Comes trembling to nestle on my heart.
Dutronc
She, so fragile and so strong at the same time
Who effortlessly subjected me to her law
And without counting, gave herself to me.
Aznavour
She haunts my nights and days
With humor, with love
Of a happiness made of joy
Just for her and me.
Dutronc
Me, whom she forever fulfills
With her charm and her attractions
Although deep down I sometimes doubted
A wonderful world for me.
Chorus
Aznavour
She haunts my nights and days
With humor, with love
Of a happiness made of joy
Just for her and me.
Aznavour+dutronc
Me, whom she forever fulfills
With her charm and her attractions
Although deep down I sometimes doubted
A wonderful world for her and me.
