D'Amore Non Ne Parlo Più
Charles Aznavour
I Don't Talk About Love Anymore
Head down, I was leaving
To learn at my own expense
That every clearest day
Dies at nightfall
I don't talk about love anymore,
Never again, no love,
I don't talk about love anymore.
I was already convinced
That something more than an adventure
Began with you
In the false days of love.
I don't talk about love anymore,
Never again, no love,
I don't talk about love anymore.
I don't want to say or hear
The same things you used to say to me
That I wanted to understand, that I wanted to learn
But they were just words to you.
I was learning them from you,
They were born deep within me,
In the season of love,
Like roses in spring.
I don't talk about love anymore.
I'm someone who doesn't know how to understand
Where the traveler will end up
Without a way in a desert of lies.
I don't talk about love anymore,
Never again, no love,
I don't talk about love anymore.
I won't do the madness
Of mistaking the false for truth
And suffer wounds that won't go away
And with me I'll carry until I die.
Disappointment will cover the cost of naivety,
It's a high price I paid
For the little you gave me.
I don't talk about love anymore,
Never again, no love,
I don't talk about love anymore