Quand vous mourrez de nos amours

When you die from our loves
I will go plant in the garden
Flower to bloom in the early morning
Half metal half paper
To hurt my foot a little
Die a very sweet death
Let a flower grow
When you die from our loves
I will send on the air of this time
Singer's song for seven years
You will hear it, you will learn it
And your lips will thank me
Die a very tired death
So that I can make it
When you die from our loves
I will write two very beautiful books
That will serve as our tombs
And I will lie down in turn
Because I will die on the same day
Die a very tender death
Waiting for them
When you die from our loves
I will hang myself with the key
On the hook of the hasty happiness
And the paths we conquered
No one will ever know by whom
Die an exquisite death
So that I can tell them
When you die from our loves
If too little of me remains
Do not ask yourself why
In the lies that would follow
We would neither be beautiful nor true
Die a very lively death
So that I can follow you