Costumes [English translation]

I thought

I would be able to forget

Certain old habits.

I thought

I would no longer remember

Some things that have already passed

I thought

I could deceive myself by saying

That these things of a life in common

Wouldn't leave marks

I didn't imagine

I would be longing for

The small words

Of those simple phrases

We say before going to sleep

In the morning

A "good morning" in the bed

The informal talk

The kiss after the breakfast

The cigarette, the newspaper

The habits speak to me of things,

Of old facts

I can't forget the happy evenings

With our friends

The end of a date

The early morning

The cuddling up in the bed

The lights down

All these things

That only time

Can make us forget

And then, I see myself as lonely as I am now

And I breathe all the freedom

that someone would dream of

Suddenly, being on my own

Even scares me

Sometimes it costs me a lot

To admit a 'me' without you.

How can I forget the habits

If I haven't even forgotten about you?