Las hojas muertas (Em Francês)
Sara Montiel
The Dead Leaves (In French)
Oh! I would so much like you to remember
The happy days when we were friends
In those times life was more beautiful,
And the sun hotter than today.
The dead leaves are gathered in piles
You see, I haven't forgotten...
The dead leaves are gathered in piles,
Memories and regrets too.
It's a song that resembles us
You, you loved me and I loved you
And we lived together
You who loved me, me who loved you
But life separates those who love each other
Very gently, without making a sound
And the sea erases on the sand
The steps of lovers no longer together.
But life separates those who love each other
Very gently, without making a sound
And the sea erases on the sand
The steps of lovers no longer together.
