Le temps du lilas

He's fucked off, the lilac time,
The time of the offered rose,
The time of love vows,
The time of always, always.
He left me hanging, without leaving me an address.
He's gone, goodbye Berthe.
If you see him, bring him back to me,
The lovely lilac time.
We smile about it from the corner of our eye
But we dream of great love.
I knew him, I mourn him.
It can't last forever.
I waltzed with him in the bright sun,
The waltz that makes your skin soft.
I bit into the crimson fruit,
With beautiful teeth, with a beautiful mouth.
I took advantage of it, the lilac time,
The time of the offered rose,
The time of love vows,
The time of always, always.
Before he leaves me, to leave me hanging
He greets me, goodbye Berthe,
I took advantage of it, don't worry about me,
The lovely lilac time.
It happens to us on a Sunday,
A Monday, a beautiful day like that.
So, every night that leans in
Lights up in a blaze of joy
And then one day, it's the battle.
The rose and lilac die.
The time of weddings is over.
It's war between you and me
And there he goes, fucking off without warning.
The rose has opened too much.
We want to catch up to him but it's too late,
The lovely lilac time.
He leaves you hanging, without leaving an address
Greetings and goodbye Berthe.
He slips through your fingers,
The lovely lilac time
But go swing on his branches,
Go dream in his gardens,
Go drag yourself, hip to hip,
From evening until early morning,
But go enjoy the lilac time,
The time of the offered rose,
The time of love vows,
The time of always, always.
Don't stay there, go pick it.
He passes by and then goodbye Berthe.
Don't worry about me: I have my memories
Of the lovely lilac time...