You know, I've never been as happy as that morning.
We were walking on a beach, a little bit like this one,
It was autumn, a beautiful autumn,
A season that exists only in North America.
There, they call it an Indian summer,
But this one was just ours.
With your long dress, you looked like a watercolor by Marie Laurencin,
And I remember, I remember very well what I said to you that morning.
It has been a year, a century, an eternity
We will go where you want, when you want
And we'll be in love again, even when the love is dead.
The whole life will be like that morning
In the colors of the Indian summer.
Today, I am very far from that autumn morning,
But it's like I'm still there.
I think about you.
Where are you ?
What are you doing?
Do I still exist for you?
I look at this wave that will never reach the dune.
You see, like it, I'm going back,
like it, I lie on the sand and I remember,
I remember the high tides, the sun and the happiness that was crossing the sea.
It has been an eternity, a century, a year
We will go where you want, when you want
And we will be in love again, even when the love is dead.
The whole life will be like that morning
In the colors of the Indian summer.