C´était Une Histoire D´amour

I've known some magnificent days.
Love was my servant.
Life sang like a song
And offered me lots of happiness
But I bought without counting:
I had my heart to spend.

It was a love story.
It was like a beautiful party,
Full of sunshine and dance halls,
Where spring courted me
But when stories are too pretty,
It can't last forever.
It was a love story.
My share of joy, my share of dreams,
It had to end
To give me a heartache.

And too bad if my nights are sleepless,
Too bad for me if I cry all the time.
It's the heartache that gets its revenge.
Only heartache is happy.
Really, there's reason to laugh.
I feel like I want to die.

It was a love story.
It was like a beautiful party,
Full of sunshine and dance halls,
Where spring courted me
But when stories are too pretty,
It can't last forever...
It was a love story
Of which nothing remains now.
Someone always has to cry
To make a love story.