La Chanson Des Vieux Amants

Of course, we had storms
Twenty years of love, it's 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 anymore
You had lost the taste for water
And I, the taste for 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 your 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
We had to let the body exult
In the end, in the end
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 it the worst trap
To live in peace for lovers
Of course, you cry a little later
I tear myself apart a little later
We protect our mysteries less
We let chance do less
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