Nostalgie [English translation]

When I think of us

My heart burns a little

As in the days of the two of us

You were mad

As those who play with the heart and their love

And still always win

Nostalgia

As an image of Visconti

When Venice has a gray heart

Nostalgia

It's raining on my dreams

And also on our photos

And your pearly kisses

Were sacred to me as

Spring and happiness

But in your Slavic eyes

I saw myself as a slave

And I think I was afraid

Nostalgia

As a Vivaldi violin

When the music has a gray heart

Nostalgia

It's raining on my dreams

And also on our photos

You had this insolence

That often did me violence

Between the laughter and the contempt

You had the air of a king

But your kingdom, it was me

I only understand that today

Nostalgia

The eyes of Modigliani

When the pallet has a gray heart

Nostalgia

It's raining on my dreams

And also on our photos

And I know today

That his life

It can also lose...

• Artist:Dalida
• Album:Fini, La Comédie 1981