Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux [English translation]

Man never truly possesses anything

Neither his strength, nor his weakness, nor his heart

And when he opens his arms

His shadow is that of a cross

And when he tries to embrace happiness, he crushes it

His life is a strange and painful divorce

There is no happy love

His life resembles those soulless soldiers

Who have been groomed for a different fate

Why should they rise in the morning

When nighttime finds them disarmed, uncertain

Say these words and hold back your tears

There is no happy love

My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart

I carry you in me like a wounded bird

Those who unknowingly watch us walk by

Repeat after me my words and sigh

They have already died in your bright eyes

There is no happy love

By the time we learn to live

It's already too late

Our hearts cry in unison at night

It takes many a misfortune for the simplest song

Many regrets to pay for a thrill

Many a tear for a guitar's melody

There is no happy love