Il Se Fait Tard
Françoise Hardy
It's Getting Late
It's getting late
Time to head back
Tomorrow is almost here
Tomorrow is here
Everyone is tired
And you're already asleep
You're already asleep
While I half die
From not being able to dare
To finally dare to tell you
That I only live
When I see you
The day goes away
Looking for other days
Like the day when you'll leave
I can't tell you my love
Which like a love
Will one day end.
