Que Reste-t-il de Nos Amours

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What remains of our loves

Tonight the wind knocking at my door
Speaks to me of dead loves
In front of the dying fire
Tonight it's a song of autumn
In the shivering house
And I think of distant days

What remains of our loves?
What remains of those beautiful days?
A photo, an old photo
Of my youth
What remains of sweet notes?
Of April months, of meetings?
A memory that constantly
Haunts me

Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all that?
Tell me

A small village, an old steeple
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud, the dear face
Of my past

The tender words whispered
The purest caresses
The vows deep in the woods
The flowers found in a book
Whose scent intoxicates you
Have flown away, why?

What remains of our loves?
What remains of those beautiful days?
A photo, an old photo
Of my youth
What remains of sweet notes?
Of April months, of meetings?
A memory that constantly
Haunts me

  1. Y'a de la joie
  2. Douce France
  3. Y'A D'La Joie
  4. La mer
  5. Boum
  6. Douce France
  7. J'ai ta main
  8. Jardin extraordinaire
  9. Je chante
  10. L'âme des poêtes (Longtemps, longtemps, longtemps)
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