I know nothing about him, and perhaps I see him
His name is familiar, and I recognise his voice
Often in my sleep, I cross by his face
His gaze and love is only an image
He has the beauty of romantic men
Of divine Raphaël, the imitated talent
A philosophy of democratic spirit
And the poet, finally the unlimited rhyme
I could talk to you about his eyes, about his hands
I could talk to you about him until tomorrow
His love, it's my life, but what good does dreaming do?
Illusion of love is not love found
Is he close by, is he far away, is he in Rochefort?
I'll see him again because I know he exists
Much more than reason, heart is the strongest
To its orders, to its rules, nobody can resist
I won't resist