[Chorus]
What remains of our love?
What remains of the lovely days?
A photo, an old photo
Of my youth
What remains of the love letters?
Of the months of April, the encounters?
A memory that stays with me
Without fail
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, the dreams
What remains of all that?
Tell me
A little village, an old bell-tower
A hidden countryside
And in a cloud, the face
Of my past
[Bridge]
The words, the tenderest words, murmured
The purest caresses
The oaths taken in the woods
The flowers found in a book
Whose scent enchants you
[Outro]
What remains of our love?
What remains of the lovely days?
An old photo
Of my youth