À qui n'a pas aimé [English translation]

To whom love failed, who didn't love

To the one who never touched her fragrant lips

Never felt her dark look

Her hurting eyes, disarmed by fever

To the one who never pointed at the deep wound

The tearing pain of the beloved one

And the most commonplace daily moments

Becoming precious without meaning to

Like a plant you pull up

From the soil, from the compost 1

Like a hand you set free

But for sure these two will lose their eyesight

In the midst of heavenly bliss

Together blind to the cruel world

With no need to hide anymore

Like a plant you pull up

From the soil, from the compost

Like a hand you set free

To whom this caress was never given

To the one who never touched the thick grass

That shivers and bows as in times past

But these holes are sockets through which the air blows

And in the end I couldn't care less about it

Perhaps shall I disappear in a fold of nothingness

For having been together, leaving nothing more than

A feeling that vanishes in tears and water

Like a plant you pull up

From the soil, from the compost

And remains attached by its stem

And will neither grow nor die nor pass

Simply decay

Who didn't know

Who didn't love...