À la guerre comme à l'amour [English translation]

Softly I see your eyes

Gliding away from me

Towards the blue oceans

The numb glaciers

Nicely I feel that everything

Collapses around me

As the pretty lighted isles

In the algae sink

At war as at love

You'll always win

Softly I feel your hands

Moving apart from me

Towards the underground cargos

The grim labyrinths

Nicely I feel that everything

Pushes in around me

As the pretty satin sheets

In the sand sink

At war as at love

You'll always win

No detour, I skip my turn

I make them drop the tears

The arms, the chains

I plant the chrysanthemum*

I taste my pain

No detour, you skip your turn

You let them run my tears

My arms and my chains

You water the chrysanthemum

I don't mind

'Cause softly I know that one day

My heart will make the law

That makes rivers run upstream

Bringing you back to me

At war as at love

We lose, a little, all the time