Charles Aznavour — Il Te Faudra Bien Revenir song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il Te Faudra Bien Revenir" by Charles Aznavour.
Lyrics
Il te faudra bien revenir
Un jour, du moins, je le suppose
Afin de rassembler les choses
Que tu as laissées en partant
Il te faudra bien revenir
Un court moment sur les lieux mêmes
Où vivent toujours nos «je t´aime»
Et c´est ce moment que j´attends
Que j´attends!
Mes mains parlent de toi
Comme en parlent mes rêves
Comme en parle mon coeur
Que le destin foudroie
Comme en parlent mes joies
Que ton absence enfièvre
Car ton départ les sèvre
De tout ce qui n´est plus toi
Il te faudra bien revenir
Pour me conter ce que j´ignore
Je ne sais si tu m´aimes encore
Tu es partie sans m´expliquer
Il te faudra bien revenir
Et quand tu passeras la porte
Le passé sera lettre morte
Je ferai tout pour te garder
Te garder!
Ma peau pleure le frisson
Comme pleure ma bouche
Comme pleurent mes nuits
Prises à ton tourbillon,
Poussés par la passion
Mes doigts froissent et touchent
Le vide de ma couche
Tandis que je crie ton nom
Mon coeur meurtri de souvenirs
Supporte mal la solitude,
Pour le sauver de l´inquiétude
Il te faudra bien revenir
Lyrics translation
You'll have to come back.
One day, at least, I guess
In order to bring things together
That you left when you left
You'll have to come back.
A short moment at the very places
Where always live our " Je taime»
And it is this moment that jattends
That jattends!
My hands speak of you
As my dreams speak of it
As my heart speaks of it
Let fate Thunder
As my joys speak of it
Let your absence make you sick
'Cause your departure Sève them
Of all that is no longer you
You'll have to come back.
To tell me what offends me
I don't know if you still growl
You left without me.
You'll have to come back.
And when you walk through the door
The past will be dead letter
I'll do anything to keep you
Keep you safe!
My skin cries the thrill
As my mouth cries
As my nights cry
Take your whirlwind,
Driven by passion
My fingers crumple and touch
The emptiness of my diaper
While I Shout Your Name
My heart bruised with memories
Hard to bear loneliness,
To save him from anxiety
You'll have to come back.