Dieu qu'elle était belle [English translation]

God how she was beautiful, so white, so pale, this Sunday of January

God how she was all I've ever wanted, exactly how I dreamed her

I don't remember people

Or winter, I only saw her and it never changed again

God she was beautiful, and with a little spark, my life lit up

God how I had to be smart, to finally approach her, to tame her a little

Watching her live, move, smile, I couldn't get enough

God how she was mine in the night

In my dreams, I blushed when I saw her

But her light kisses, friendly, almost brotherly, God, I used to hate them

God how it was clear in her eyes, her appearance

When I saw the other one approach her

Like an owner, his words, his ways, I just wasn't enough

God how she was cruel, life was so cruel, when I saw him win her over

God how she was beautiful, so white, so pale, in her wedding dress.