Avec le temps

With time...
with time, everything goes away
we forget the face and we forget the voice
the heart, when it no longer beats, there's no point in going
looking further, you have to let it happen and it's fine

with time...
with time, everything goes away
the one we adored, that we searched for in the rain
the one we guessed at the turn of a glance
between words, between lines and under the makeup
of a disguised promise that goes to spend the night
with time everything vanishes

with time...
with time, everything goes away
even the coolest memories have one of those faces
in the gallery I rummage through the shelves of death
on Saturday night when tenderness goes away alone

with time...
with time, everything goes away
the other we believed in for a cold, for nothing
the other we gave wind and jewels to
for whom we would have sold our soul for a few coins
in front of whom we dragged ourselves like dogs drag
with time, everything is fine

with time...
with time, everything goes away
we forget the passions and we forget the voices
that whispered to you the words of the poor
Don't come back too late, especially don't catch a cold

with time...
with time, everything goes away
and you feel whitened like a worn-out horse
and you feel frozen in a bed of chance
and you feel all alone maybe but content
and you feel cheated by the lost years- so really
with time, you no longer love