L'Amour
Charles Aznavour
Love
He's the answer to the questions
Of our restless souls
And the master of sensations
That turn our nights white
A land of strength and weakness
Sown with hate and tenderness
Love
He's the center of attraction
That turns heads around
And sometimes depending on the occasion
It's cat and mouse
But aware of his privileges
In the end, he's the trap
Love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love
My love
We don’t know how it blooms
Nor suddenly why it ends
Often it stretches our dreams
Sometimes it listens to life
He's the wild embodiment
Of our abstract ideas
The masterpiece of perfection
By a genius author
He's made of shadow and light
This evil that we need
Love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love
My love
