La chanson du mal-aimé

And I sang this romance
In 1903 without knowing
That my love, like the beautiful
Phoenix, if it dies one night
The morning sees its rebirth

One misty evening in London
A thug who looked like
My love came to meet me
And the look he gave me
Made me lower my eyes in shame

I followed this bad boy
Whistling with his hands in his pockets
We seemed to drift between the houses
Open wave of the Red Sea
Him the Hebrews, me Pharaoh

Let these waves of bricks fall
If you were not well-loved
I am the king of Egypt
His sister-wife, his army
If you are not the one true love

At the turn of a street burning
With all the fires of its facades
Wounds of the bloody fog
Where the facades lamented
A woman resembling him

It was his inhuman gaze
The scar on his bare neck
Stumbling out of a tavern
Just as I recognized
The falsehood of love itself

When he finally returned
To his homeland, wise Ulysses
His old dog remembered him
By a high smooth carpet
His wife waited for his return

The royal husband of Sacontale
Weary of conquering rejoiced
When he found her paler
From waiting and love, eyes faded
Caressing her male gazelle

I thought of those happy kings
When false love and the one
Whom I am still in love with
Bumping into their unfaithful shadows
Made me so miserable

Regrets on which hell is founded
That a sky of forgetfulness opens to my wishes
For her kiss, the kings of the world
Would have died, the poor famous
For her would have sold their shadow

I have wintered in my past
Let the Easter sun return
To warm a heart colder
Than the forty of Sebaste
Less than my martyred life

My beautiful ship, oh my memory
Have we sailed enough
In a bad wave to drink
Have we wandered enough
From the beautiful dawn to the sad evening

Goodbye false love confused
With the woman who is drifting away
With the one I lost
Last year in Germany
And whom I will never see again