La Chanson de Prévert

Oh, I would so much like you to remember
This song was yours
I believe it was your favorite
That it's by Prévert and Kosma
And every time The Dead Leaves
Remind you to my memory
Day after day the dead loves
Just don't stop dying

With others, of course, I let myself go
But their song is monotonous
And little by little, I become indifferent
There's nothing to be done about it
Because every time The Dead Leaves
Remind you to my memory
Day after day the dead loves
Just don't stop dying

Can one ever know where indifference begins
And when it ends
Autumn passes, winter comes
And the song of Prévert*
This song The Dead Leaves
Fades from my memory*
And on that day, my dead loves
Will have finished dying

And on that day, my dead loves
Will have finished dying