Francis Poulenc - Les chemins de l'amour / Marc et André

Описание

The Paths of Love The paths that arch of the ocean protect our crossing, flowers losing their leaves and the echo under the trees, Our two bright laughs. Alas, from days of happiness radiant joys take flight, I journey without recovering your traces In my heart. Paths of my love I try to find you always lost paths, you don’t exist anymore, And your echoes have been muffled. Paths of despair, Paths of memory, Paths of first love, Divine pathways of love. This I am duty-bound to forget one day the way that life obliterates all things. I want in my heart that a memory will rest More strongly than another love. The memory of paths Where trembling and completely passionate, a day I have felt above myself to burn and be consumed by your hands.