Au Café Des Délices
Patrick Bruel
At the Café of Delights
Your memories are fading
It's like an eclipse
A night full of stars
On the port of Tunis
The wind from the fan
Of your grandfather sitting
At the Café of Delights
Your memories are fading
You see the train passing by
And the whiteness of the veils
Of women holding a son
And the scent of jasmine
That he held in his hands
At the Café of Delights
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Your memories are fading
You see her again, the girl
The kiss that hurts
At the port of El Kantaoui
The first words of love
To the velvety songs
My dear My dear
Your memories are fading
You loved those fruits
The apricot pits
For you, they were marbles
And the festive evenings
We had in our minds
At the beaches of Hammamet
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Your memories are fading
At the front of the boat
And that dock drifting away
Towards a new world
A life that stops
For a day that begins
It might be a chance
Yalil yalil you won't forget
Yalil yalil those scents of the past
Yalil yalil you won't forget
Yalil yalil even if you leave
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
Yalil yalil my dear yalil yalil yalil my dear yalil
A night full of stars
On the port of Tunis
And the whiteness of the veils
Of women holding a son
The wind from the fan
Of your grandfather sitting
And the scent of jasmine
That he held in his hands
At the Café of Delights
At the Café of Delights
At the Café of Delights
