Chanson triste [English translation]

A just song for you one,

Song a bit stressed I fear,

Three lumps of beaten words,

But some notes and my misery,

All me as jealous of you,

At the ends of these fingers,

Like do, ré, mi, fa; soh, la, ti, do.

It is a faded love song,

Like you hummed along;

Three times no'n' of us heard,

Three times no'n' like this melody,

That which remains of us two,

In the depth of my voice lingers,

Like do, ré, mi, fa; so, la ti, do.

It is a song; it is a song in memorandum

So as not to forget itself without none

To forget itself without none