Chanson pour Nathalie [English translation]

Life, life is like water

flowing from a fountain

but she hasn't had the time to drink her own

little faraway Nathalie

When I think of you

often do I recall

your tangled hair all coated up with salt

and summer sun, by the seaside1

I will not forget

your name and your gaze

I will not forget your voice

I will not forget you

It was wintertime2

Her, driving to Poitiers3

her brother by her side4

and a neighborhood friend

And it's from the back

of a military truck

that she came, at last

at the end of winter

1. lit. "By the seaside, your hair glued / by the salt and summer sun"2. lit. "It was in winter"3. lit. "She was driving towards Poitiers"4. lit. "Next to her brother"