LEARN LYRICS

It runs, it runs

Love sickness

In children's hearts

From seven to seventy-seven years old

It sings, it sings

The insolent river

Which unites in its bed

Blond hair, gray hair

It makes men sing

And makes the world grow larger

It sometimes makes one suffer

All through a life

It makes women cry

It makes one cry out in the shadows

But the most painful thing

Is when one recovers from it

It runs, it runs

Love sickness

In children's hearts

From seven to seventy-seven years old

It sings, it sings

The insolent river

Which unites in its bed

Blond hair, gray hair

It surprises the schoolgirl

On a classroom bench

By the innocent charm

Of an English teacher

It strikes down in the street

That stranger passing by

And who won't forget again

That scent that floated by

It runs, it runs

Love sickness

In children's hearts

From seven to seventy-seven years old

It sings, it sings

The insolent river

Which unites in its bed

Blond hair, gray hair

It runs, it runs

Love sickness

In children's hearts

From seven to seventy-seven years old

It sings, it sings

The insolent river

Which unites in its bed

Blond hair, gray hair

It makes men sing

And makes the world grow larger

It sometimes makes one suffer

All through a life