One can live without riches,
almost without a penny.
Of lords and of princesses
there are no longer many.
But living without tenderness
we couldn't do that.
No, no, no, no
we couldn't do that.
One can live without glory
which proves nothing,
be unknown in history
and be happy with that.
But living without tenderness
is out of the question
no, no, no, no,
it's out of the question.
Such a sweet weakness,
such a lovely feeling,
this need for tenderness
which comes to us at birth
truly, truly, truly.
Work is neccessary
but if we need to spend
weeks doing nothing
OK then...we do it.
But living without tenderness
the time seems to you to be long,
long, long, long, long,
the time sees to you to be long.
In the fire of youth
pleasures are born
and love achieves feats
to dazzle us.
Yes, but without its tenderness
love would be nothing,
no, no, no. no,
love would be nothing.
When pitiless life
falls upon you
you're nothing more than a poor devil
crushed and disillusioned.
Then without the tenderness
of a heart that supports us
no, no, no, no,
we would go no further.
A child embraces you
because he's made happy,
All our sorrows fade away,
we have tears in our eyes.
My God, my God, my God...
in your immense wisdom,
immense fervour,
make it then endlessly rain
deep in our hearts
torrents of tenderness
so that love may rule,
love may rule
until the end of days.