La Maladie D'amour
Michel Sardou
The Love Disease
She runs, she runs
The love disease
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
That unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair
She makes men sing and the world expand
She sometimes makes suffer throughout a lifetime
She makes women cry, she makes scream in the shadows
But the most painful is when one is cured of it
She runs, she runs
The love disease
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
That unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair
She surprises the schoolgirl on the bench in a class
By the innocent charm of an English teacher
She strikes down in the street that passerby
Who will never forget that flying perfume
She runs, she runs
The love disease
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
That unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair
She runs, she runs
The love disease
In the hearts of children
From seven to seventy-seven years
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
That unites in its bed
Blond hair, gray hair
She makes men sing and the world expand
She sometimes makes suffer throughout a lifetime
