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Que reste-t-il de nos amours (Engels vertaling)

  • Artiest: Dalida (داليدا‎)
  • Nummer: Que reste-t-il de nos amours
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What Is Left of Our Loves

What is left of our loves?
What is left of those beautiful days?
A photograph—old photograph from my youth.
What is left of sweet letters,
of the months of April, of rendezvous?
A memory that pursues me relentlessly.
 
Faded happiness, hair blowing in the wind,
stolen kisses, emotional dreams.
What is left of all that?
Tell me.
 
A small village, an old steeple,
a landscape so well hidden,
and in a cloud a dear face
from my past.
 
Tonight, the wind that rattles my door
speaks to me about dead loves.
In front of a fire that is about to go out,
tonight is a song of the autumn
in a house that shudders
and I ruminate on days long gone.
 
What is left of our loves?
What is left of those beautiful days?
A photograph—old photograph from my youth.
What is left of sweet letters,
of the months of April, of rendezvous?
A memory that pursues me relentlessly.
 
Faded happiness, hair blowing in the wind,
stolen kisses, emotional dreams.
What is left of all that?
Tell me.
 
A small village, an old steeple,
a landscape so well hidden,
and in a cloud a dear face
from my past.
 
Toegevoed door  Gast Gast op Woe, 01/05/2019 - 22:48
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