(Originally by Charles Trenet)
Tonight the wind knocks at my door
Speaks to me of dead loves
In front of the fire which goes out
Tonight it is an autumn song
In the house that shivers
And I think of distant days
{Chorus:}
What remains of our loves
What What remains of these beautiful days
A photo, old photo
From my youth
What remains of the romantic notes
Of the months of April, of appointments -you
A memory that pursues me
Ceasingly
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all this
Tell me
A small village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
From my past ©
Words the tender words that we whisper
The purest caresses
The oaths in the depths of the woods
The flowers that we find in a book
Whose perfume intoxicates you
Went away why?
{in the Refrain}

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