Je me suis trompé [English translation]

Who can narrate all the beautiful stories

Stories, tales, moments of glory

The joy without a determined duration?

I was wrong

Live intesely the moments of grace

The most beautiful births that leave traces

No regrets, just as if the time had stopped

I was wrong

Who can narrate all the beautiful departures

Happy travels, planes, train stations?

And when the habits ressemble boredom

I lied to myself

When half becomes the opposite

When every second has a taste of earth

The day when the future becomes past

I was wrong

Who can narrate all the beautiful stories?

Numerous in life, I want to believe

Today, I know at last the truth

And I let go (of everything)

I was wrong