PAROLES CLAUDE BARZOTTI

will teach you love
I dreamed that night I was making love I dreamed last night that I was near you I dreamed last night that I was taught love That I was near you and you near me.
With tender gestures I'll tell you the words What you dream of hearing I will discover you For the first time When you go to sleep Sleep near me.
I'll teach you at night In deep languor On the same ocean We will leave the world And the first sun Will slide on your skin Impatient to offer you Other New Mornings
She: Learn Me Love Him: I will teach you love She: You'll take me where? Him: Here, there, everywhere She: Will it last for days? He: It will last forever.
I will teach you life And his joys and fears I will be sweet To stifle your complaints And your pure spring Will be born in summer When you become a woman For my eternity.
With tender gestures I'll tell you the words What you dream of hearing I will not give you heart On the tip of my fingers When you become a woman For the first time.

I love you
Girls and women in jeans or lace In bourgeois, in nana, the wolves and the maidens Brunettes and blondes armed with breasts so heavy Where all the cries of the world crash into cries of love.
And little girls with shells of mother-of-pearl And this taste of blueberry under the kiosks of the park A look exchanged with a foreigner And her summer dress dying in the light.
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you...
And the shyness of the eyelashes on these perverse mirrors This motionless storm in these lakes far too clear The fragrance of your lips in the colors of cherries A sigh that ends with pearls and surprises.
With this white smile often like a flower That bursts into a laugh like an echo of the heart And these traces of salt on a back of marquise My hand that makes the beautiful towards a precise idea.
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you...
And the familiar world of your familiar body And this stubborn desire, your astonished tenderness This shady shadow, this promised valley And the four paths leading to this church.
And this triumph of gold, that black light This beach where the life where the glory dies falls asleep Girls and women in lace Gino In bourgeois, in nana, the wolves and the maidens
I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you ... (2 times)
I love you