"The only language I speak fluently is the language of love."

Parlez-moi d'amour

Speak to me of love

Parlez-moi d'amour,
Redites-moi des choses tendres,
Votre beau discours,
Mon coeur n'est pas las de l'entendre.
Pourvu que toujours
Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes :
Je vous aime.

Vous savez bien
Que dans le fond, je n'en crois rien,
Mais cependant je veux encore,
Ecouter ce mot que j'adore,
Votre voix aux sons caressants,
Qui le murmure en frémissant,
Me berce de sa belle histoire,
Et malgré moi je veux y croire.

Speak to me of love
And say what I'm longing to hear
Tender words of love
Repeat them again
I implore you.
Speak to me of love
Whisper these words to me, dear
I adore you.
I want to hear, to hear those words that are so dear,
I want to hear you say I love you
By all the little stars above you
Your voice is like a fun caress
It thrills me till I must confess.
I long to hear the voice that brings me
Such thrilling love and happiness
Parle moi d'amour
Redites moi ces mots supremes
Je vous aime…

Parlez-moi d'amour

Speak to me of love

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