Chanson de Maxence - Ensemble Contraste, Michel Legrand, Albin De La Simone

Je l’ai cherchée partout j’ai fait le tour du monde

De Venise à Java de Manille à Angkor

De Jeanne à Victoria de Vénus en Joconde

Je ne l’ai pas trouvée et je la cherche encore

Je ne connais rien d’elle et pourtant je la vois

J’ai inventé son nom j’ai entendu sa voix

J’ai dessiné son corps et j’ai peint son visage

Son portrait et l’amour ne font plus qu’une image

Elle a cette beauté des filles romantiques

Et d’un Botticelli le regard innocent

Son profil est celui de ces vierges mythiques

Qui hantent les musées et les adolescents

Sa démarche ressemble aux souvenirs d’enfant

Qui trottent dans ma tête et dansent en rêvant

Sur son front, ses cheveux sont de l’or en bataille

Que le vent de la mer et le soleil chamaillent

Je pourrais vous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains

Je pourrais vous parler d’elle jusqu'à demain

Son amour, c’est ma vie mais à quoi bon rêver?

Je l’ai cherchée partout je ne l’ai pas trouvée

Il pourrait nous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains

Il pourrait nous parler d’elle jusqu'à demain

Son amour c’est sa vie, mais à quoi bon rêver?

Il l’a cherchée partout il ne l’a pas trouvée

Est-elle loin d’ici?

Est-elle près de moi?

Je n’en sais rien encore mais je sais qu’elle existe

Est-elle pécheresse ou bien fille de roi?

Que m’importe son sang puisque je suis artiste

Et que l’amour dicte sa loi

I've looked for her everywhere I've been around the world

From Venice to Java from Manila to Angkor

From Joan to Victoria from Venus to Mona Lisa

I haven't found it and I'm still looking for it

I don't know anything about her and yet I see her

I made up his name I heard his voice

I drew her body and I painted her face

His portrait and love become one image

She's got that beauty of romantic girls

And a Botticelli the innocent look

Her profile is that of those mythical virgins

That haunt museums and teenagers

His gait resembles childhood memories

That run through my head and dance dreaming

On his forehead his hair is battle gold

Let the sea wind and the sun bicker

I could tell you about his eyes, his hands

I could tell you about her until tomorrow

His love is my life but what's the use of dreaming?

I looked for her everywhere I couldn't find her

He could tell us about his eyes, his hands

He could tell us about her until tomorrow

His love is his life, but what's the use of dreaming?

He looked for her everywhere he couldn't find her

Is she far from here?

Is she near me?

I don't know yet but I know it exists

Is she a sinner or a king's daughter?

What do I care about his blood since I'm an artist

And let love dictate