Songs
Les chemins de l'amour
(1940)
FP 106
Les chemins de l'amour
Les chemins qui vont à la merOnt gardé de notre passageDes fleurs effeuillées Et l’écho sous leurs arbresDe nos deux rires clairs.Hélas! des jours de bonheur,Radieuses joies envolées,Je vais sans retrouver tracesDans mon coeur.Chemins de mon amour,Je vous cherche toujours,Chemins perdus, vous n’êtes plusEt vos échos sont sourds.Chemins du désespoir,Chemins du souvenir,Chemins du premier jour,Divins chemins d’amour.Si je dois l’oublier un jour,La vie effaçant toute chose,Je veux dans mon coeur qu’un souvenirRepose plus fort que l’autre amour.Le souvenir du chemin,Où tremblante et toute éperdue,Un jour j’ai senti sur moi brûler tes mains.
The Paths of Love
The paths that lead to the seaHave retained from our passingThe flowers that shed their petalsAnd the echo beneath their treesOf our clear laughter.Alas! no trace of those happy days,Those radiant joys now flown,Can I find againIn my heart.Paths of my love,I search for you ceaselessly,Lost paths, you are no moreAnd your echoes are muted.Paths of despair,Paths of memory,Paths of our first day,Divine paths of love.If one day I must forget,Since life obliterates everything,I wish for my heart to remember one thing,More vivid than the other love,To remember the pathWhere trembling and quite distracted,I one day felt on me your passionate hands.
Translation © Richard Stokes, author of A French Song Companion (Oxford, 2000)
Composer
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 04 Mar 2016: Felicity Lott / Eugene Asti
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Les chemins de l'amour
Les chemins qui vont à la mer
Ont gardé de notre passage
Des fleurs effeuillées
Et l’écho sous leurs arbres
De nos deux rires clairs.
Hélas! des jours de bonheur,
Radieuses joies envolées,
Je vais sans retrouver traces
Dans mon coeur.
Chemins de mon amour,
Je vous cherche toujours,
Chemins perdus, vous n’êtes plus
Et vos échos sont sourds.
Chemins du désespoir,
Chemins du souvenir,
Chemins du premier jour,
Divins chemins d’amour.
Si je dois l’oublier un jour,
La vie effaçant toute chose,
Je veux dans mon coeur qu’un souvenir
Repose plus fort que l’autre amour.
Le souvenir du chemin,
Où tremblante et toute éperdue,
Un jour j’ai senti sur moi brûler tes mains.
The Paths of Love
The paths that lead to the sea
Have retained from our passing
The flowers that shed their petals
And the echo beneath their trees
Of our clear laughter.
Alas! no trace of those happy days,
Those radiant joys now flown,
Can I find again
In my heart.
Paths of my love,
I search for you ceaselessly,
Lost paths, you are no more
And your echoes are muted.
Paths of despair,
Paths of memory,
Paths of our first day,
Divine paths of love.
If one day I must forget,
Since life obliterates everything,
I wish for my heart to remember one thing,
More vivid than the other love,
To remember the path
Where trembling and quite distracted,
I one day felt on me your passionate hands.
Composer
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 04 Mar 2016: Felicity Lott / Eugene Asti
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