En attendant ses pas [English translation]

While waiting for his steps, i put the music in mute, all low

Too stupid, we do not know, if it rang

If I did not hear this time

Waiting for his steps this morning

One night? one morning? a winter, a dawn

A spring that he will choose

Nothing, I do not know, I put lights

The nights at the edge of paths

While waiting for her arms I paint flowers at the doors

He will like it

Waiting for the sweet time of his arms

And I take care of myself, red to my lips to my cheeks

So that he does not see

When too pale sometimes, especially not

That he surprises me like that

There is fresh water and wine

I do not know what he will choose

I do not know if he's blonde, if he's brown

I do not know if he is big or not

But by hearing his voice i will know

That all his words, all will be for me

While waiting for the sweet time of his arms

I think about it all the time at this moment, oh when will we recognize

I will tell him it was very long, no, I will not tell him surely

While waiting his steps, I live, I dream and I breathe for it

Waiting for just a sense to all this

One night? one morning? a winter, a dawn

A spring that he will choose

Nothing, I do not know, I put lights

The nights at the edge of paths

While waiting for her arms I paint flowers at the doors

He will like it

Waiting for just a sense to all this , to all this