Veiller tard [English translation]

The still, faint glow of a dying day

The painful cry of a barking dog

The disquieting silence that precedes dreams

When, the world having disappeared, one is face-to-face with oneself

The shivers where love and autumn intertwine

The darkness which engulfs our faith, our laws

This muted worry which flows in our veins

[and] Which seizes us even after the greatest of joys

Those forgotten faces coming back to haunt us

Those embraces which, in dream, one can re-live a hundred times

Those reasons that make our reasons vain*

Those things, deep inside us, which keep us awake late into the night

Those locked-up words that one was not able to say

Those persistent looks that one did not understand

Those obvious calls, those late glimmers

Those bites full of regrets which give themselves up to the night

Those dignified solitudes in the midst of silences

Those tears, so peaceful, that flow unexplained

Those passed ambitions which one thinks about again

Like a old trunk full of broken old toys

Those secreted links which join beings**

Those escaped desires which will make us fall in love

Those reasons that make our reasons vain

Those things, deep inside us, which keep us awake late into the night