She Runs She runs, she runs, the disease of love In the hearts of children from 7 to 77 years old She sings, she sings, the insolent river That unites in its bed the blond hair, the gray hair She makes men sing and the world grow She sometimes makes suffer throughout a lifetime She makes women cry, she makes them scream in the dark But the most painful is when you heal She runs, she runs, the disease of love In the hearts of children from 7 to 77 years old She sings, she sings, the insolent river That unites in its bed the blond hair, the gray hair She surprises the schoolgirl on the bench of a class By the innocent charm of an English teacher She throws straight in the street this stranger who passes And who will not forget this perfume that flew She runs, she runs, the disease of love In the hearts of children from 7 to 77 years old She sings, she sings, the insolent river That unites in its bed the blond hair, the gray hair