Patrick Bruel — Mon amant de St. Jean song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon amant de St. Jean" by Patrick Bruel.
Lyrics
Je ne sais pourquoi j’allais danser
A Saint-Jean au musette
Mais quand un gars m’a pris un baiser
J’ai frissonné, j'Ã(c)tais chipÃ(c)e
Comment ne pas perdre la tête
SerrÃ(c)e par des bras audacieux
Car l’on croit toujours
Aux doux mots d’amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l’aimais tant
Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean
Je restais grisÃ(c)e, sans volonté, sous ses baisers
Sans plus rÃ(c)flÃ(c)chir, je lui donnais
Le meilleur de mon être
Beau parleur chaque fois qu’il mentait
Je le savais, mais je l’aimais
Comment ne pas perdre la tête
SerrÃ(c)e par des bras audacieux
Car l’on croit toujours
Aux doux mots d’amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l’aimais tant
Je le trouvais le plus beau de Saint-Jean
Je restais grisÃ(c)e, sans volonté sous ses baisers
Mais hÃ(c)las, Ã Saint-Jean comme ailleurs
Un serment n’est qu’un leurre
J'Ã(c)tais folle de croire au bonheur
Et de vouloir garder son cÅ"ur
Comment ne pas perdre la tête
SerrÃ(c)e par des bras audacieux
Car l’on croit toujours
Aux doux mots d’amour
Quand ils sont dits avec les yeux
Moi qui l’aimais tant
Mon bel amour, mon amant de Saint-Jean
Il ne m’aime plus, c’est du passé n'en parlons plus
Lyrics translation
I don't know why I was going to dance
In Saint-Jean at the musette
But when a guy took a kiss from me
I shuddered, I was silent
How not to lose the head
Gripped by bold arms
Because we always believe
To the sweet words of love
When they are said with the eyes
I loved him so much
I thought it was the most beautiful of St. John's
I was gray (c)E, unwilling, under his kisses
Without more R(C)flà (C) chir, I gave him
The best of my
Good talker every time he lied
I knew it, but I loved it.
How not to lose the head
Gripped by bold arms
Because we always believe
To the sweet words of love
When they are said with the eyes
I loved him so much
I thought it was the most beautiful of St. John's
I was gray (c)E, unwilling under his kisses
But hey (C) las, in Saint John as elsewhere
An oath is just a decoy
I (C) silent crazy to believe in happiness
And wanting to keep his heart
How not to lose the head
Gripped by bold arms
Because we always believe
To the sweet words of love
When they are said with the eyes
I loved him so much
My beautiful love, my Saint John lover
He doesn't love me anymore, it's from the past let's not talk about it anymore