Aïe, mourir pour toi [English translation]

Ah, to die for you.

At the moment when your hand brushes by me—

to leave my life in your arms,

cradled by the sound of your voice.

Ah, to die from love.

To offer to you my final moment,

and leave this world without any regrets,

taking along my most beautiful day.

In order to keep our happiness

as it is now—

as a way to avoid unhappiness

with you—

and the terrible certitude

of solitude.

Ah, to die for you,

to take the best of ourselves

within the breath of your “I love you”

and fall asleep with my joy.

Talk to me, console me—

I fear that the day about to dawn

may be the last one perhaps

that our happiness will know.

Hold me, pacify me

when I fear for the worst.

Say nothing when you hear me say

that in the end to die is to die.

Ah, to die for you,

at the moment when your hand brushes by me—

to leave my life in your arms,

cradled by the sound of your voice.

Ah, to die from love.

To offer to you my final moment,

and leave this world without any regrets,

taking along my most beautiful day.

In order to keep our happiness

as it is now—

as a way to avoid unhappiness

with you—

and the terrible certitude

of solitude.

Ah, to die for you,

to take the best of ourselves

within the breath of your “I love you”

and fall asleep with my joy.

To die for you.