Dans Le Feu de Mon Ame
Charles Aznavour
In the Fire of My Soul
In the fire of my soul, my memories are ablaze
Near women's names who would want to die
With or without a face in the fog of time
Who keep their age under the ashes of years
In the fire of my soul, my remorse, my regrets
Light a thousand flames illuminating forever
These passing loves caught by a glance
On the sand of the beaches of random cities
City of chance
Running after millions, having too many things
Too much wealth, too much honor
We forget about spring
And the child growing up and the scent of roses
We no longer hear our heart
And life opens up when
In the fire of my soul, it quietly consumes
The joys and dramas that have marked my life
What I have followed, what I have not seen
The slightest words from books in the air at the very beginning
The moment when everything is read
In the fire of my soul, the pages of the program
Of its green years go up in smoke
Seasons of my promises sleeping calcined
My youthful follies under the burnt lands
In the fire of my soul, companion of my nights
Love plays on the scale of my melancholies
Awakening accomplices of dreams no longer lived
Only a few scars and far from lost time
Lost time
Time doesn't give a damn and the years go by
From spring to winter irremediably
And we find ourselves connecting our empty strengths
The heart becomes a desert and love takes off
Nothing comforts me, I see my days slipping away
With my dead loves sleeping under a past
Worn out to the core, you assemble my days
In the fire of my soul
The fire burns without return
My life and my loves