This tall black tree
This sky full of smoke
In front of my
misted-up window1
This fire, burning and crackling2
All these reflections on the walls
These flowers' smell
On these dark furniture pieces
And the sound
Of raindrops
Lapping on rooftops3
At night
A setting you're familiar with4
Maybe you will remember it
Remember the fireplace
The books, so often reread
Nothing's changed, everything's the same
Though everything's different
There is a taste of sleepiness
Or sadness in the air5
I couldn't explain6
Maybe it's only time
Passing by, leaving its dust
Of dead dreams and illusions7
Maybe it's your absence, my dear
1. lit. "In front of my window / with misted-up window-panes"2. lit. "This fire that burns and crackles"3. lit. "And the sound / of these raindrops / that lap on the rooftops"4. lit. "It is a setting that you know"5. lit. "A taste of sleepiness / or sadness floats around"6. lit. "I do not know how"7. lit. "It is maybe only time / that passes and leave a dust / of dead dreams and illusions"