Histoire d'aimer [English translation]

To live a passion up to the point of excess with love fit for a king.

To love up to the point of being wounded with love for the law.

To let youself go up to the point of madness when bitten by jealousy.

To forget all in the hollow of a big bed—that is his story of love.

In the luxury of a beautiful apartment where I am just a piece of furniture,

I sometimes have troubling dreams in which you are no longer blind.

Lovestruck and jealous like a fool, you know how to take and give.

Then I get on stage and I play out my story of love.

Passion, when I dream about it, heats up our love.

That's my story of love.

If you beat me at life, I think I would say thank you.

When I dream, passion heats up our love.

That's my story of love when you live another love with love.

When you cheat on me and lie to me, I want to scream

so that your rage in an outburst can gag me.

In messy lovemaking, I would capitulate.

That's how I often dreamed of my story of love.

When you cheat on me and lie to me, I want to scream

so that your rage in an outburst can gag me.

In messy lovemaking, I would capitulate.

That's how I often dreamed of my story of love.

Passion, when I dream about it, heats up our love.

That's my story of love.

If you beat me in life, I think I would say thank you.

Passion, when I dream about it, heats up our love.

That's my story of love.

If you beat me in life, I think I would say thank you.

Passion, when I dream about it, heats up our love.

That's my story of love.

If you beat me in life, I think I would say thank you.

Passion, when I dream about it, heats up our love.

That's my story of love.

If you beat me in life, I think I would say thank you....

• Artist:Dalida
• Album:L'An 2005 (1965)