Idiote... Je t'aime [English translation]

Idiot I love you (Idiote je t'aime)

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

To my way without concession.

One thousand years ago my passion,

It is like a solid poem,

I love you I love you,

I love you ...

By excess of shyness,

I never told you about certain things,

Of these things so curious,

That today seem strict.

I know very well that you will wait,

that I whisper you poetry,

And if you wanted toy would find,

My poor, worthless verses.

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

To my way without concession.

A thousand years ago my passion,

It is how a solid poem,

I love you I love you,

I love you ...

I never knew to use,

Sweet words that is true,

So repeated by the wind,

So well known to love.

But you know that my love

It is present as the time,

That feeds on your breath,

Like the flower bee.

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

To my way without concession.

One thousand years ago my passion,

It is like a solid poem,

I love you I love you,

I love you ...

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you,

Idiot, I love you, I love you.

Idiot, I love you

Idiot, I love you, I love you,

Idiot, oh! I love you.

• Artist:Charles Aznavour
• Album:Idiote... je t'aime (1972)