Ô triste, triste était mon âme
Léo Ferré
Oh sad, sad was my soul
Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman.
I did not console myself
Although my heart had gone away,
Although my heart, although my soul
Had fled far from this woman.
I did not console myself,
Although my heart had gone away.
And my heart, my too sensitive heart
Said to my soul: Is it possible,
Is it possible, - even if it were,
This proud exile, this sad exile?
My soul said to my heart: Do I know,
Myself, what this trap wants from us
To be present even though exiled
Even though gone far away?
Oh sad, sad was my soul
Because, because of a woman
