La forêt des mal-aimés [English translation]

To you, my dear unloved ones, to you

Who dreamt of lands a little less burnt, to you

Who came here, who came to me

To pick the fruit of the abandoned regret

Inside the forest of the unloved ones

Inside the forest of the unloved ones

Each tree is a forgotten body part

Each leaf, an abandoned soul

Inside the forest of the unloved ones,

How nice it is to stroll

But then why did you come here

In this forest whose faraway corners are forgotten

Where the walls, covered with flowers,

Always remind me of misfortune?

But then why did you come here

In this forest whose faraway corners are forgotten?

Come on foot or flying on the back of a crow

Come quick to drink the vermilion liquid

Come and get drunk on whitened sleep

Here, for sure, everything will go worse as good

If you dare follow the path

But then why did you come here

In this forest whose faraway corners are forgotten

Where the walls, covered with flowers,

Always remind me of misfortune?

But then why did you come here

In this forest whose faraway corners are forgotten?