La tendresse
Jacques Brel
Tenderness
For a little tenderness
I would give the diamonds
That the devil caresses
In my silver coffers
Why do you believe, my beauty
That the sailors at the port
Empty their purses
To offer treasures
To false princesses
For a little tenderness
For a little tenderness
I would change my face
I would change my intoxication
I would change my language
Why do you believe, my beauty
That at the peak of their songs
Emperors and minstrels
Often abandon
Power and riches
For a little tenderness
For a little tenderness
I would offer you the time
That remains of youth
In the ending summer
Why do you believe, my beauty
That my song rises
Towards the clear lace
That dances on your forehead
Leaning towards my distress
For a little tenderness
