Juvet Patrick
Paris By Night Iso
Les Bleus Au Coeur
You wander about life
Your eyes the color of solitude
And often I guess
On your lips a taste of worry
You would like tenderness
Despite what you can say about it
But the fear of caresses
Prevents you from smiling.
Let everyone these little things that bruise the heart
These sorrows that devour the age of modesty
will go away
in a month in an hour
in a month in a hour
Leave all those little things that bruise your heart
All those games you play lead to resentment,
Mirrors,
don't bring happiness
do not bring happiness
You paint your gray eyes
With a cloud of weariness
It permeates your life
Like a smell of uncertainty
You would like to love
Being sure not to suffer
Even the flowers get tired
By opening so much.
Leave all these little things that bruise the heart
All these airs that you put on to hide your sweetness
will end up
by dulling your colors
by tarnishing your colors
Leave all these little things that bruise your heart
And those laughs that you give when you are too elsewhere
beware
that they do not fall back into tears
that they do not fall into tears again
Leave everyone these little things that bruise the heart
These sorrows that devour the age of modesty
will go away
in a month in an hour
in a month in a hour
Don't get old before the sun dies
Because even if life takes just a little freshness
it doesn't just give
blues to the heart
not just bruises in the heart.