After a number of autumns, and a number of winters
I’m almost totally well
But still all it takes is a repeated conversation
To bring me back to melancholy
It did go through my mind
Should we meet again, what should we do
I guess I will still be standing at a corner of the street
Hidden from your view
Simply because I have no wish to intrude
Simply because I fear you have no explanation
Simply because at this present moment I can see it in your eyes
She surpassed me in importance
Hence I can only pretend I hadn’t witness this scene
I hadn’t seen how you were hugging at the other side of this street
I can feel your happiness from here
This mode of reunion is better for either of us
Hence I could only pretend I couldn’t hear
I couldn’t hear what the others are commenting on her
I don’t wish to ask, and I don’t wish to be notified
Since I have no more rights over your life
If I don’t wish to ask, and I don’t wish to be notified
I’ll leave my blessings, at this corner of the street