Il faut du temps [English translation]

It takes time to forget the faces from the past.

It takes time to arrive at the end of the voyage.

It takes time to stop the onslaught of images.

It takes time to debark for other beautiful shores.

Time has lifted me out of your life

like sand running through my fingers.

The wind has erased my footprints.

Now the sky turns gray

as the days grow shorter

as soon as I think of my loves.

How stupid one can seem,

as immobile as a poet

in front of a blank page—

completely blank.

It takes time to hope to fall in love again.

It takes time to get used to being happy again.

It takes time to no longer see your smile each night.

It takes time to no longer believe that I can die from it.

Like a flower pressed into a bible,

my life fades but remains beautiful.

I hear other voices calling out to me.

I still have loves to live

because I still have many tears left

to confront more misery.

With the day that will soon dawn,

I feel it ascend like well-being,

as if it were a beautiful Sunday—

a beautiful Sunday.

It takes time to forget to cry over yourself.

It takes time to get used to saying again I love you—

I love you—

I love you.