La maladie d'amour [English translation]

It runs, it runs,

The sickness of love,

In the heart of children

From seven to seventy-seven years old.

It sings, it sings,

The insolent river

That brings together in its bed

Blond heads and grey.

It makes men sing and it makes the world grow larger.

It sometimes causes suffering throughout a lifetime.

It makes women cry, it makes people scream in the dark.

But it's most painful when people are cured of it.

It runs, it runs,

The sickness of love,

In the heart of children

From seven to seventy-seven years old.

It sings, it sings,

The insolent river

That brings together in its bed

Blond heads and grey.

It surprises the schoolgirl on the class bench

With the innocent charm of an English teacher.

Like lightning, it strikes the stranger passing in the street,

And he'll never forget that perfume that floated in the air.

It runs, it runs,

The sickness of love,

In the heart of children

From seven to seventy-seven years old.

It sings, it sings,

The insolent river

That brings together in its bed

Blond heads and grey.

It runs, it runs,

The sickness of love,

In the heart of children

From seven to seventy-seven years old.

It sings, it sings,

The insolent river

That brings together in its bed

Blond heads and grey.

It makes men sing and it makes the world grow larger.

It sometimes causes suffering throughout a lifetime.

• Artist:Michel Sardou
• Album:La maladie d'amour (1973)