Les Vieux Amants
Jacques Brel
The Old Lovers
Of course we had storms
Twenty years of love is crazy love
A thousand times you packed your bags
A thousand times I took flight
And every piece of furniture remembers
In this cribless room
The echoes of old storms
Nothing looked like anything
You had lost the taste of water
And I, that of conquest
But my love
My sweet, my tender, my marvelous love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know I love you
I know all the spells
You know all my enchantments
You kept me from trap to trap
I lost you from time to time
Of course, you took some lovers
We had to pass the time
The body must exult
Finally, finally
It took a lot of talent
To be old without being adults
Oh my love
My sweet, my tender, my marvelous love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know I love you
And as time accompanies us
And as time torments us
But isn't the worst trap
To live in peace for lovers
Of course, you cry a little less early
I tear myself apart a little later
We protect our mysteries less
We leave less to chance
We distrust the water's edge
But it's always the tender war
Oh my love
My sweet, my tender, my marvelous love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know I love you
