Текст и перевод песни Elvis Phương - Cơn đau tình ái

Cơn đau tình ái

Elle court, elle court
La maladie d'amour
Dans le cœur des enfants
De sept à soixante dix-sept ans

Elle chante, elle chante
La rivière insolente
Qui unit dans son lit
Les cheveux blonds, les cheveux gris

Elle fait chanter les hommes et s'agrandir le monde
Elle fait parfois souffrir tout le long d'une vie
Elle fait pleurer les femmes, elle fait crier dans l'ombre
Mais le plus douloureux, c'est quand on en guérit

Tình ơi, tình hỡi, nàng biết chăng bao ưu phiền
Vì những cơn đau tình ái từ bao trái tim nàng đã rắc gieo
Tình ca, tình hát, giọng hát du dương êm đềm
Làm nước sông như ngừng trôi, khiến đời nghiêng ngả bao cơn mộng say

Bao con tim phải hát ca vì tình
Cả thế giới bỗng bao la vì tình
Tình nồng nàn nhưng có khi gieo trái sầu suốt cuộc đời
Trong đêm khuya giữa cơn mưa nỉ non
Bao môi son đã khóc than vì tình
Rồi tình tàn khi vết thương lạnh giá
Đớn đau càng thêm nặng sâu

Elle court, elle court
La maladie d'amour
Dans le cœur des enfants
De sept à soixante dix-sept ans

Elle chante, elle chante (Elle fait chanter les hommes)
La rivière insolente (Et s'agrandir le monde)
Qui unit dans son lit
Les cheveux blonds, les cheveux gris

Elle court, elle court (Elle fait pleurer les femmes)
La maladie d'amour (Elle fait crier dans l'ombre)
Dans le cœur des enfants
De sept à soixante dix-sept ans

Elle chante, elle chante (Elle fait chanter les hommes)
La rivière insolente (Et s'agrandir le monde)
Qui unit dans son lit
Les cheveux blonds, les cheveux gris

Elle court, elle court (Elle fait pleurer les femmes)
La maladie d'amour (Elle fait crier dans l'ombre)
Dans le cœur des enfants
De sept à soixante dix-sept ans

Elle chante, elle chante (Elle fait chanter les hommes)
La rivière insolente (Et s'agrandir le monde)
Qui unit dans son lit
Les cheveux blonds, les cheveux gris

The Pain of Love

She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years old

She sings, she sings
The insolent river
Which unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair

She makes men sing and the world expand
She sometimes makes you suffer all your life
She makes women cry, she makes you scream in the shadows
But the most painful thing is when we are healed of it

Oh, love, oh, love, do you know how much sorrow
For these pangs of love that you have sown from so many hearts
Love song, love song, gentle, melodious voice
Making the river water stop flowing, making life sway so many dreamy fits

So many hearts have to sing for love
The whole world suddenly becomes vast for love
Love is passionate but sometimes sows sorrow throughout one's life
In the dead of night amidst the murmuring rain
So many red lips have wept for love
Then love ends when the wound turns cold
The pain becomes all the more severe and deep

She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years old

She sings, she sings (She makes men sing)
The insolent river (And the world expands)
Which unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair

She runs, she runs (She makes women cry)
The disease of love (She makes you scream in the shadows)
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years old

She sings, she sings (She makes men sing)
The insolent river (And the world expands)
Which unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair

She runs, she runs (She makes women cry)
The disease of love (She makes you scream in the shadows)
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years old

She sings, she sings (She makes men sing)
The insolent river (And the world expands)
Which unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair