Il est trop tard [English translation]

Fragrances of May, perfume of sulfur

Uncertain dreams where one delves into

So many yellowing pictures

So many words, so many cries

All these silent faces

These hazy calls from the emptiness

Rising in fever so many nights

Where our chimeras came to battle

I smiled, me, the worrying one

Beneath so much hope, innocent

Fragrances of Summer, perfume of rage

The eye too bright under the makeup

In the harmful neon lights

Beating heart, bitter mouth

To want so much to mask one's fear

To always be hunting happiness

Upright, stood in the light

Heavy eyelids, light soul

I murmured, me, the glorious one

Beneath so much powerlessness, fearful

Fragrances of Autumn, perfume of melancholy

Hidden shadows where these pale silhouettes

Take shape

Incarnations of evil

When just the flame of a silly hope

Dances in their gaze

Weary from being so little understood

Broken from being so unsuccessful

I kept quiet, me, the arrogant one

Beneath so much hatred, unsteady

Fragrances of Winter, perfume of mourning

The wind's caress on the leaves

From so many days gone by

From so many withered loves

Another movement to catch

Just the shadow of a memory

Another word, just a smile

A final breath to tell you

But what use is it? It's too late...

A child cries, somewhere