Les chemins de l'amour
Yvonne Printemps
The paths of love
The paths that lead to the sea have kept from our passage
Petals of flowers and the echo, under their trees, of our clear laughter.
Alas! The days of radiant happiness, of joys flown away,
I go without finding a trace of them in my heart.
Paths of my love, I always seek you,
Lost paths you are no more and your faults are deaf.
Path of despair, path of memory, path of the first day
Divine path of love.
If I must forget it one day, life erasing all things
I want that in my heart a memory rests stronger than our love
The memory of the path where trembling and all bewildered
One day I felt your hands burning on me.
Paths of my love, I always seek you,
Lost paths you are no more and your faults are deaf.
Path of despair, path of memory, path of the first day
Divine path of love.
