Les Deux Guitares
Charles Aznavour
The Two Guitars
Two gypsies tirelessly
Strumming their guitars
Reviving from the depths of the nights
All my memory
Without knowing that within me rolls
A flow of distress
They revive under their fingers
My wild youth
One time, two times, many, many times
One time, two times, many, many times
Play, gypsies, play for me
With more flame
To cover the voice
That tells my soul
Where does it hurt, why does it hurt
Ah, you have a headache
But drink a little less today, you will drink more tomorrow
And even more the day after tomorrow
One time, two times, many, many times
One time, two times, many, many times
I want to laugh and sing
And drown my sorrow
To forget the past
That I carry with me
Bring me strong wine
For wine delivers
Oh pour, pour me more
So I get drunk
One time, two times, many, many times
One time, two times, many, many times
Two guitars in my thoughts
Throw immense confusion
Explaining to me the vanity
Of our existence
What do we live for, why do we live
What is the reason for being
You are alive today, you will be dead tomorrow
And even more the day after tomorrow
One time, two times, many, many times
One time, two times, many, many times
When I am dead drunk
Weak and pitiful
And you see my body
Rolling under the table
Then you can stop
Your echoing songs
In the meantime, play
Play, I command
One time, two times, many, many times
One time, two times, many, many times
I love the lyrics
