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There is no happy love

Man never truly possesses anything
Neither his strength, nor his weakness, nor his heart
And when he opens his arms
His shadow is that of a cross
And when he tries to embrace happiness, he crushes it
His life is a strange and painful divorce
 
There is no happy love
 
His life resembles those soulless soldiers
Who have been groomed for a different fate
Why should they rise in the morning
When nighttime finds them disarmed, uncertain
Say these words and hold back your tears
 
There is no happy love
 
My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart
I carry you in me like a wounded bird
Those who unknowingly watch us walk by
Repeat after me my words and sigh
They have already died in your bright eyes
 
There is no happy love
 
By the time we learn to live
It's already too late
Our hearts cry in unison at night
It takes many a misfortune for the simplest song
Many regrets to pay for a thrill
Many a tear for a guitar's melody
 
There is no happy love
 
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Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux

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Hubert ClolusHubert Clolus    сряда, 21/10/2020 - 17:30

Perhaps '' unarmed soldiers who had been ...'' would stick more to the text... Sincerely.

Hubert ClolusHubert Clolus    сряда, 21/10/2020 - 18:06

My beautiful love, my dear love, my tearing hurt
I carry you inside me like a wounded bird
And those, unknowingly, who watch us there pass by
Repeat after me these words that I had woven
But which, immediately ,for your lovely eyes died.

( In Alexandrine verse, if it might help )...

BlackSea4everBlackSea4ever    сряда, 21/10/2020 - 18:12

This translator wasn’t here over a year. Perhaps, you can offer another version? Thanks in advance.

Josette SoldanoJosette Soldano    четвъртък, 19/05/2022 - 22:37

Hubert Clolus love this translation .. I'm French so to me it sounds so much closer to the feeling
of Louis Aragon .. and easier to sing .. is it anyway you could send me your translation?

Hubert ClolusHubert Clolus    петък, 20/05/2022 - 14:36

Nothing ever belongs to man,1
neither his force,
Nor his weakness nor heart.When he thinks he opens
his arms, his shadow draws the figure of a cross.
When he wishes to squeeze happiness he crushes it,
His life looks like some sort of strange, painful divorce.

There is not any happy love.

His life resembles those soulless forlorn soldiers
Who had been previously groomed for a different fate.
Why should they get up from their beds in the morning
When nighttime finds them all disarmed and uncertain ?
Say these words, o, my life, and then hold back your tears :

There is not any happy love.

My beautiful love, my dear love, my inside hurt,
I carry you within me like a wounded bird,
And all those who, unknowingly, watch us walk by
Repeat after me these words I had intertwined
And which for your big eyes, O, immediately died.

There is not any happy love.

By the time we have learnt to live, it's already
Too late. May our hearts cry at night, in unison,
What it takes of regrets to give the smallest thrill,
What it takes of sadness to write the simplest song
All the tears needed for a guitar's melody.

There is not any happy love .