Grands soirs [English translation]

Your beauty moles in your back,

I've counted them one by one

Like the dots of these idiot games

Which we link to make a drawing

And for your leopard skin,

Me, I would have walked on my hands,

What remain of our big evenings

When the daybreak comes ?

Remember we were laughing,

We were drunk every other day

You were dancing, I was stumbling

And we were vowed

But when it's finished, it's too much drink,

When all this overflaw is leaving,

What remain of our big evenings

When the daybreak comes ?

All the night long on this square,

Kissing in the middle of the crowd,

Your strand of hair that breaks the ice

Like a little wave rolling

Was it the history wind,

The promise of beautiful tomorrows,

What remain of our big evenings

When the daybreak comes ?

Your beauty moles in your back,

I'm barely remembering,

It's like flowers, like photographs,

It's like old train schedules

It's like tidied in a drawer,

It's wilting, it's going yellow, it's losing its colours

What remain of our big evenings

When the daybreak comes ?