Le 7 Septembre

It's crazy when we think
That even though we broke up
Our ties so many winters ago
We still want to celebrate together
Our anniversary

This faithful little table under which our hands
Sought each other as if by instinct
Stands guard
Over the confidential
Ritual corner

If our story has burned out
Under the ashes, an ember has smoldered
And no matter how much we blew
We only fanned it

The flowers of spring
Will wither in some time
And our faces marked
But we will have the hope
That shines in our eyes
That past love

And when the seventh of September, we
Celebrate our anniversary
We won't have a place
To kiss each other, on the cheek
Or on the mouth

If our story has burned out
Under the ashes, an ember has smoldered
And no matter how much we blew
We only fanned it

And when the seventh of September, we
Celebrate our anniversary...