Kiss me before winter comes,
Become the gust of wind,
Before the pullover
On the grass, in early June
In the neverending evening
Kiss me, for no reason at all
Even though they're far away, the first mornings
Even though it's been a while, the first messes
Even though it's been a long time, Barbès1, the sun
Kiss me before winter comes,
Before a night spent on the ground/floor,
Before the lamppost
In September, in this instant,
With my white hair
Kiss me now
Even though they're far away, the first mornings
Even though it's been a while, the first messes
Even though it's been a long time, Barbès, the sun
Even though it's far away
Even though it's been a while
Even though it's been a long time
Barbès, the sun
1. A boulevard in Paris.