Ce qu'il reste [English translation]

What is left from our love stories

Are only the regret of the days when

We didn't spend making love

The days when the look and the silence

Are the loudest words,

The main point

which drowns when we are dancing

Thinking that we sinned.

What is left of our souls

a promise that mourns for

the next given opportunity

Even if the world outside

Becomes calm and falls asleep

without embracing the heart.

I feel the fear disappear

When our hearts touch

and our bodies are full of life again

All that is left of our love story

Is a sacred door to the past

that we are closing

letting love die.

It doesn't matter if I sin

but I'll give my all to the feeling

Trembling deep inside of me.

So let courage be left from my love

To open wide my arms

and live as I dreamed of

if only for a few hours

There's only one secret

Only a child can believe like that

in a fairy tale king's story.