Tonight, the wind that knocks at my door
Speaks to me of dead loves
In front of the dying fire
Tonight, it's an autumn song
In the shivering house
And I think of distant days

What remains of our love?
What remains of these beautiful days?
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What remains of the sweet notes
Of April months, of rendezvous?
A memory that pursues me
Relentlessly

Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, shifting dreams
What remains of all this?
Tell me
A small village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud, the dear face
Of my past

The words, the tender words that we whisper
The purest caresses
The vows in the depths of the woods
The flowers that we find in a book
Whose perfume intoxicates you
Have flown away, why?

What remains of our love?
What remains of these beautiful days?
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What remains of the sweet notes
Of April months, of rendezvous?
A memory that pursues me
Relentlessly

Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, shifting dreams
What remains of all this?
Tell me
A small village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud, the dear face
Of my past
Of my past

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