LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
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