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"