Текст и перевод песни Claude Barzotti - Mais quel amour

Mais quel amour

Y'a des amours qui pleurent, y'a des amours qui chantent
Des amours qui font peur et des amours qui tremblent
Des amours platoniques, tout est dans le regard
Comme un vent de panique reste un peu à l'écart.
Y'a des amours bidons, des amours de plumards
Des amours de carton mais qui font des histoires
Y'a des amours passion qu'on ne contrôle pas
Y'a des amours prison dont on ne s'enfuit pas.
Mais toi et moi, quel amour, quelle histoire
Mais toi et moi, je ne peux plus y croire
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
On ne peut pas bâtir sur l'eau, faire d'histoire sans égaux
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
C'est comme una symphonia, uvanto patso di folia, que pa
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
Y'a plus d'tendresse, on se déteste, y'a plus d'magie tant pis.
Y'a des amours tendresse qui savent pardonner
Y'a des histoires de fesses ou de complicité
Les sanglots des violons comme disait Verlaine
Pleurent sur ma chanson, je veux quelqu'un qui m'aime.
Retour au refrain (1 fois)
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
Je veux une femme qui m'aimerait vraiment
Qui aurait envie d'un enfant.
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
Je veux une femme qui me donnerait sont âme
Une femme qui saurait comme m'apprivoiser...
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux
Je voudrais une femme qui comprend, qui m'attend
Qui voudrait me faire un enfant,
Mais quel amour, mais quel amour tu veux ...

What a Love

There are loves that cry, there are loves that sing
Loves that scare and loves that tremble
Platonic loves, everything is in the look
Like a wind of panic, stay a little apart.
There are fake loves, loves of feather pillows
Loves of cardboard but that make stories
There are passionate loves that you can't control
There are prison loves that you can't escape from.
But you and me, what a love, what a story
But you and me, I can't believe it anymore
But what love, what love do you want
You can't build on water, make history without equals
But what love, what love do you want
It's like a symphony, uvanto patso di folia, que pa
But what love, what love do you want
There's no more tenderness, we hate each other, there's no more magic too bad.
There are tender loves that know how to forgive
There are stories of sex or complicity
The sobs of the violins, as Verlaine said
Cry over my song, I want someone who loves me.
Back to chorus (1 time)
But what love, what love do you want
I want a woman who would truly love me
Who would want a child.
But what love, what love do you want
I want a woman who would give me her soul
A woman who could tame me...
But what love, what love do you want
I would like a woman who understands, who waits for me
Who would want to have a child with me,
But what love, what love do you want ...