Mes Rêves [English translation]

Don't break apart my dreams

Before the night is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Bring me my dreams

Before my life is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

I walk, near to you

You accompany me, with your arm

I'm preparing a dress to wear

And you hide me from all the lookers

As in those old photos

Yellowed by time

Rifle on your shoulder, and I'm singing

The way that couples used to do long ago

Don't break apart my dreams

Before the night is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Bring me my dreams

Before my life is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

The beautiful age1 of real valor

Where the things of the heart

Remain unequivocal

Where decency was essential

But the love of our times is only substantial.

People who say that love is no more

Are only those who are disappointed

But that's just a detail; come, take me by the waist

And make me dance, I am lighthearted.

Don't break apart my dreams

Before the night is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Bring me my dreams

Before my life is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Take me far from the cities

Far from the noise

There, where everything is more peaceful

Far from here

Don't break apart my dreams

Before the night is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Bring me my dreams

Before my life is over

And for those who say that love is dead

I will prove them wrong

Oh how they're wrong, how they're wrong, how they're wrong

How they're wrong, how they're wrong, how they're wrong

How they're wrong, how they're wrong, how they're wrong,

1. also an allusion to the "Belle Epoque" in France, between 1880 and World War I

• Artist:Wallen
• Album:À force de vivre