Brel Jacques
Miscellaneous
La Chanson Des Vieux Amants
Words: Jacques Brel
Music: Jacques Brel and Gérard Jouannest
(c) Pouchenel
1 Of course, we are storms
Twenty years of love is crazy love
A thousand times you took your baggage
A thousand times I took flight
And each piece of furniture remembers
In this room without a cradle
The flashes of old storms
Nothing resembled anything anymore
You had lost the taste for water
And I that of conquest.
R But, my love
My sweet my tender my wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
br/>I still love you, you know I love you
2 Me, I know all your spells
You know all my spells
You kept me from traps after traps
I lost you from time to time
Of course you took a few lovers
It was necessary to pass the time
It was necessary that the body exults
Finally finally
We needed a lot of talent
To be old without being adults.
3 And the more time keeps us in procession
And more time torments us
But isn't that the worst trap
That living in peace for lovers
Of course you cry less sooner
I'll tear it up a little later
We protect our mysteries less
We leave less to chance
We are wary of the flow of water
br/>But it is always the tender war.