Bourvil - The tenderness

Original Title: "La tendresse"
Text: Noël Roux
Music: Hubert Giraud
Year: 1963

One can live without wealth
Almost without a penny
Lords and princesses
There are not many left
But to live without tenderness
One could not
No, no, no, no
One could not

One can live without glory
Which does not prove anything
Be unknown in history
And find himself fine with it
But to live without tenderness
It's out of the question
No, no, no, no
It's out of the question

What a sweet weakness
What a pretty feeling
That need for tenderness
Which comes when we are born
Really, really, really

Work is necessary
But if one must stay
Weeks without doing anything
Well, one gets used to it
But to live without tenderness
Time feels slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow
Time feels slow

In the fire of youth
Pleasures are born
And love makes prowesses
To dazzle us
Yes but without tenderness
Love would be nothing
No, no, no, no
Love would be nothing

When merciless life
Falls down on you
We are nothing more than a pour devil
Crushed and disappointed
Then without tenderness
Of an heart supporting us
No, no, no, no
We would not go any further

A child kissing us
Because we make him happy
All our sorrows fade away
We become teary eyed
My God, my God, my God

In your immense wisdom
Immense fervour
Make it rain endlessly
At the bottom of our hearts
Torrents of tenderness
So that love rules
Love rules
Up to the end of days