La chanson des vieux amants [English translation]

Of course, we had storms

Twenty years of love, it's crazy love

A thousand times you packed your bags

A thousand times I took flight

And each piece of furniture remembers

In this room without a crib

The fragments of old tempests

And nothing seemed like nothing

You had lost the taste of water

And me that of conquest

But my love

My gentle my tender my marvellous love

From the pale dawn to the end of the day

I still love you, you know, I love you

I know all your magic spells

You know all my bewitchments

You have kept me in traps upon traps

I have lost you from time to time

Of course you took some lovers

You had to pass the time

The body has to exult

Finally finally

We must have had talent

To be old without being adults

Oh, my love

My gentle my tender my marvellous love

From the pale dawn to the end of the day

I still love you, you know, I love you

And more time made us processions

And more time gave us torment

But isn't that the worst trap

Living in peace for lovers

Of course you cry a bit less early

I tear myself apart a bit later

We protect our mysteries le

We leave less to chance

We distrust the flow of the water

But it's always a tender war

Oh my love

My gentle my tender my marvellous love

From the pale dawn to the end of the day

I still love you, you know, I love you