Chère Amie

I think of you often
I still go on
Loving the white boats
That desire leads
I miss you often
But I still go
Letting the wind fly
That blows on the pain

{refrain:}
Dear friend, I send you these few words
To tell you that the weather is not good
And that I'm in pain, alone, since I lost you
I write you these few flowers
With my heart inside
I offer you all my apologies

I dream of you often
I remember everything
I wake up in time
But I see you everywhere
I wait for you often
I invent a meeting
You no longer have time
Not a minute for you

{at the refrain}