Charles Aznavour — Aimer song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aimer" by Charles Aznavour.
Lyrics
Par un frisson l? ger et presque imperceptible
Le corps ressent soudain comme un mal ignor?
Qui le ronge et le rend vuln? rable et sensible
Au charme d’une voix ou d’un nom? voqu?, murmur?
Puis viennent les envies, les chaleurs, les vertiges
Les raisons d’esp?rer et celles d’avoir mal
Les besoins de tendresse enfin qui nous obligent
? trouver merveilleux ce qui n’est que banal
Aimer plus que soi-m?me
Aimer sans r? fl?chir
Aimer plus qu’on nous aime
Pour mieux se plaindre et mieux souffrir
Le c? ur n’est qu’un organe? tranger? ces choses
Qui ne bat ni plus fort ni plus vite, et pourtant
On lui offre une action, on lui donne une prose
Et Dieu seul sait pourquoi on le jette en avant, en tremblant
L’amour vient-il des yeux, de la peau ou du ventre?
Pour le localiser, c’est difficile en soi
C’est comme un tourbillon dont on se veut le centre
Et on parle de lui pour mieux parler de soi
Aimer plus que soi-m?me
Aimer sans r? fl?chir
Aimer plus qu’on nous aime
Pour mieux se plaindre et mieux souffrir
Et bien que tous nos gestes au fond restent les m? mes
On les veut singulier, on les croit diff? rents
On se sent libre enfin de n’avoir qu’un probl? me Que d’aucuns qualifient de simple mal de dent d’un moment
Entre nous, l'?tre aim? n’a que ce qu’on lui pr? te La gr? ce qu’on lui loue, la beaut? qu’on lui cr? e Ses formes model? es par nos pens? es secr? tes
Deviennent? uvre d’art qu’un subconscient a fait
Aimer plus que soi-m?me
Aimer sans r? fl?chir
Aimer plus qu’on nous aime
Pour mieux se plaindre et mieux souffrir
Lyrics translation
By a thrill l? Frost and almost imperceptible
The body suddenly feels like an unknown evil?
Who gnaws at him and makes him vuln? rable and sensitive
To the charm of a voice or a name? voqu? murmur?
Then come the cravings, the heat, the dizziness
The reasons for esp?rer and those of having pain
The needs of tenderness finally that oblige us
? find wonderful what is just banal
Love more than you-m?I
Love without r? fl?chir
Love more than we love
To better complain and suffer better
The c? ur is just an organ? stranger? these things
Who beats neither Harder nor faster, and yet
We offer him an action, we give him a prose
And God only knows why we throw it forward, trembling
Does love come from the eyes, skin or belly?
To locate it is difficult in itself
It's like a whirlwind of which we want to be the center
And we talk about him to better talk about yourself
Love more than you-m?I
Love without r? fl?chir
Love more than we love
To better complain and suffer better
And although all our gestures at the bottom remain the m? my
We want them singular, do we believe them diff? rents
Do we finally feel free to have one problem? me that some call a simple toothache of a moment
Between us, the?three aim? does he only have what he wants? thank you? what do we praise her, the beauty? believe him? and its model forms? is it for us? is it secr? tee
Become? work of art that a subconscious made
Love more than you-m?I
Love without r? fl?chir
Love more than we love
To better complain and suffer better