Yeah Loesje, that's basically what it means.
I will try to translate the lyrics in english. But Jacques Brel's songs are really poetic so it will be hard lol.
Of course, we had storms,
Twenty years of love, it is the love mad
A thousand times you took your suitcase
A thousand times I took my take-off
And every piece of furniture remembers
In this bedroom without cradle
The brightness of the old storms
Nothing looked like nothing
You lost the taste of water
And I lost the one of conquest
Chorus :
But my Love
My sweet my tender my wonderful Love
From clear daybreak until the end of day
I still love you you know I love you
I know all your bewitchings
You know all my spells
You kept me in spite of the traps
I lost you from time to time
Of course you had some lovers
The time had to be spent
And the body needs to exult
But finally, finally
We were very talented
To be old without being adults (grown ups)
Chorus
And more the time makes us procession
And more the time tourments us
But isn't it the worst trap
To live in peace for two lovers
Of course you cry a little less early
I tear myself slightly later
We protect less our mysteries
We let less make a chance
We wary the thread of water
But it is always the tender war
Yeah Loesje, that's basically what it means. I will try to translate the lyrics in english. But Jacques Brel's songs are really poetic so it will be hard lol.
Of course, we had storms, Twenty years of love, it is the love mad A thousand times you took your suitcase A thousand times I took my take-off And every piece of furniture remembers In this bedroom without cradle The brightness of the old storms Nothing looked like nothing You lost the taste of water And I lost the one of conquest
Chorus : But my Love My sweet my tender my wonderful Love From clear daybreak until the end of day I still love you you know I love you
I know all your bewitchings You know all my spells You kept me in spite of the traps I lost you from time to time Of course you had some lovers The time had to be spent And the body needs to exult But finally, finally We were very talented To be old without being adults (grown ups)
Chorus
And more the time makes us procession And more the time tourments us But isn't it the worst trap To live in peace for two lovers Of course you cry a little less early I tear myself slightly later We protect less our mysteries We let less make a chance We wary the thread of water But it is always the tender war
Chorus