Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche was the French entry at the Eurovision Song Contest 1987 performed by Christine Minier. The song is a ballad, with Minier singing about a "little girl" who explains that "the words of love don't have a Sunday" - by which she means that there is no way of controlling them.
It was performed 15th on the night, following the United Kingdom and preceding Germany. At the close of voting, it finished in 14th place with 44 points, which included a top score of 12 from Luxembourg.
Lyrics[]
Petite fille tranquille, petite fille fragile
Elle demande qu'on l'aime à force de "je t'aime"
La passion au fond des yeux, couleur ciel bleu
Elle parle tout bas, écoute-la
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Pourquoi les retenir? Ils viennent du cœur
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Magique musique du cœur pour le bonheur
Comme je lui resemble et comme elle, je tremble
J'veux encore rêver, j'veux encore espérer
La passion au fond des yeux, couleur ciel bleu
Un peu de chaleur, plus avoir peur
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Pourquoi les retenir? Ils viennent du cœur
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Magique musique du cœur pour le bonheur
Il faut dire ce que tu ressens
Ça n'est pas facile autrement de te comprendre
Fais comme l'enfant qui ne triche pas
Quand il aime, il te tend les bras
Alors n'oublie pas
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Pourquoi les retenir? Ils viennent du cœur
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Magique musique du cœur pour le bonheur
Les mots d'amour n'ont pas de dimanche
Magique musique du cœur pour le bonheur
Little quiet girl, little fragile girl
She asks to be loved with a persistent "I love you"
The passion deep down her sky-blue eyes
She speaks very quietly, listen to her
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Why restrain them? They come from the heart
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Magical music from the heart for happiness
I look like her and I shiver like her
I still want to dream, I still want to hope
The passion deep down her sky-blue eyes
A bit of warmth, no more fear
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Why restrain them? They come from the heart
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Magical music from the heart for happiness
You must say what you feel
Otherwise it's not easy to understand you
Do as the child who is not cheating
When he loves, he holds out his arms to you
So don't forget
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Why restrain them? They come from the heart
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Magical music from the heart for happiness
The words of love don't have a Sunday
Magical music from the heart for happiness
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