Jeanne [English translation]

Jeanne,

I will tell you at last

how much I long for you.

You're so far, so far away from here.

We are centuries apart

and my heart wanders

caught in a sublte love.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

Jeanne,

I would have liked you to like me.

And I lose hope

to kneel one evening in front of you.

You are but a picture

lost in the past

as I am in my love for you.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

Jeanne,

If life is a dream

revealed by love,

Close to your sleeping beauty1, Jeanne,

you would take my life,

I would take your hand,

we would go in a bed as lovers do.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

Jeanne...

Jeanne,

you are but a picture

lost in the past

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

And I am singing my grief,

away from the one I love,

my soul full of melancholy.

1. the original title of "sleeping beauty" is "la belle au bois dormant" (the beauty sleeping in the wood)