F comme femme [English translation]

She blossoms by the morning

In the dull garden within my heart

Her eyes like destiny

Did she look like happiness?

Or did she look like my soul?

I picked her up, she was woman

Woman, with a pink W for wisteria

She altered my world

My life entirely delighted

As poetry sung in the air

I had a dollhouse

And in my heart a searing flame

It was all charming, it was all woman

Woman, with a magical W for winsome

She chained me hundred times a day

At the sweet poles of her tenderness

My chains were plaited of love

I was martyr to her caresses

I was joyous, or was I vile?

But I loved her, she was woman

Then came a bird, shy and frail

It told me about liberty

She snatched its wings

And it died with the summer

On this day came tragedy

And yet she was woman

Woman, with a grey W for woeful

When came the moment of truth

There was a woman and a boy

The boy I was, the boy I am

Against life and against time

I huddled within my soul

And I understood, she was woman

But woman, with a winged W, for walk away