Il N'y a Pas D'amour Heureux

Nothing is ever acquired, to man neither his strength
Nor his weakness, nor his heart, and when he believes
To open his arms, his shadow, is that of a cross
And when he wants to hold his happiness, he crushes it
His life is a strange and painful divorce
There is no happy love

His life, it resembles, those soldiers without weapons
That were dressed for another destiny
What can they use, to get up in the morning
Them, that we find in the evening, disarmed, uncertain
Say these words 'my life', and hold back your tears
There is no happy love

My beautiful love, my dear love, my wound
I carry you within me, like a wounded bird
And those, without knowing, watch us pass by
Repeating after me, these words that I braided
And which for your big eyes, immediately died
There is no happy love

The time to learn to live, it is already too late
Let our hearts cry in the night, in unison
What is needed of regrets, to pay for a shiver
What is needed of misfortunes, for the slightest song
What is needed of sobs, for a guitar tune
There is no happy love