Avec le temps [English translation]

With time ...

With time, they go away, everything goes away

We forget the face and we forget the voice

When the heart beat stops, there's no need to go further

Searching further, let it go and that is very well

With time ...

With time, it goes, everything goes

The other we loved, we searched for in the rain

The other we guessed with a passing glance

Between words, between the lines and under the make-up

On a "disguised" vow, who will "dutifully work nights"

With time everything vanishes

With time ...

With Time,

it goes, all goes away,

Even the coolest souveniers that have us "drop our jaw" at the 99 cent store, we scavenge (Farfouille=turn upside down by searching) in the aisles of death,

On Saturday evening when tenderness goes away all alone, With time...

With time,

it goes, everything goes

The other whom we took for a pain in the neck, for a nothing

The other to whow we gave the boot and jewelry

For one we who would sell our soul for pennies

Behind whom we dragged ourselves along like street dogs

With time, goes, everything goes well

With time ...

With time,

it goes, everything goes

We forget the passions and we forget the voices

Which whispered the words

of the poor people

"Don't return too late,

mostly don't catch a cold."

With time...

With time, it goes, all goes away

And we feel old and grey like a burnt out horse

And we feel frozen in a bed of bad luck

And we feel ourselves all alone, perhaps falsely self-sufficient

And we feel ourselves fooled by the lost years

So really...With time...we don't love any more.