Текст песни Шарль Трене - Que Reste-t-il de nos Amours

What for
Night Song I sang the wind
The fact that there is love in the world?
After all, I forgot about it for a long time ...
Now,
Though curdling heat in my fireplace
And so the old dreams is not in sight,
I remember how he loved ...
That left us with love?
It is only sad for old days,
Only a strand of hair and a bunch of yellow
Photos ...
Where are the notes and flowers?
Where the April and those dreams?
And where creaking steps in the garden
On gravel? ..
Where the warm wind in her hair
And kisses on the lips?
Tell that to spite year
It remains to us?
Memories faithful guardian,
Off the beaten track somewhat obfuscated landscape ...
In the darkness came your sweet face,
Love mirage ...
What for
Sped away into the past forever
And gently closed eyelids,
And whisper that sounds in your ears?
What for
Flower, withered in the old book,
It reminded me of the happy Mige
And intoxicating aroma again? ..
That left us with love?
It is only sad for old days,
Only a strand of hair and a bunch of yellow
Photos ...
Where are the notes and flowers?
Where the April and those dreams?
And where creaking steps in the garden
On gravel? ..
Where the warm wind in her hair
And kisses on the lips?
Tell that to spite year
It remains to us?
Memories faithful guardian,
Off the beaten track somewhat obfuscated landscape ...
In the darkness came your sweet face,
Love mirage ...
Paroles et musique: Charles Trenet