Michel Sardou — 1965 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "1965" by Michel Sardou.
Lyrics
1965, je m’souviens d’une chanson
Et de deux anneaux d’or
Que nous portons encore
Et d’un petit gar? On Je n' me souviens pas bien
Quoi de nous deux partait
Et la mort de mon chien
Quelques ann? Es plus tard
On apprenait un soir
Qu’un ch? Ne? Tait bris?
Qu’il n’avait pas pli?
Qu’il entrait dans l’histoire
1900 juste apr? S Je me souviens tr? S bien
La couleur des volets
Les parfums du jardin
Je me souviens d’avril
Une femme aux yeux clairs
Un voyage aux enfers
Une ann? E difficile
C’est la premi? Re fissure
L’avocat le Palais
Et les lettres d’injures
C’est la mort de mon p? Re Et cette impression folle
Que ses derni? Res paroles
N'? Taient pas les derni? Res
Et les ann? Es qui suivent
C’est la fuite en avant
Le combat d? Lirant
Des plus forts qui survivent
C’est la fin d’une histoire
Et la moiti? D’une vie
Vingt ann? Es qui s'? Garent
Et les jours que j’oublie
Je m’souviens d’une chanson
Et de deux anneaux d’or
Que nous portons encore
Et d’un petit gar? On
Lyrics translation
1965, I remember a song
And two golden rings
That we still wear
And a little gar? On I don't remember well
What was going on between us?
And the death of my dog
A few ann's? Es later
We were learning one night
Than a ch? Us? Was it broken?
That he didn't fold?
That he was going down in history
1900 just apr? S I remember tr? S good
The color of the shutters
The scents of the garden
I remember April
A light-eyed woman
A journey to the underworld
A year? And difficult
Is that the premi? Re cracks
The lawyer the Palace
And the letters of insults
Is this my father's death? Re and this crazy impression
What's his last? Res paroles
N'? Weren't the last ones? Re
What about the Anns? Es that follow
It's the leak forward
The fight d? Lirant
Of the strongest who survive
It's the end of a story
What about half? Of a lifetime
Twenty years? He's here? Park
And the days I forget
I remember a song
And two golden rings
That we still wear
And a little gar? One