La lavande [English translation]

Your skin isn't watertight

It flows from desire

Too long absences

And of longings you sigh

If I weaken

And I don't stand up anymore

Lay my body here

At the top of Ventoux

And cover me with lavender

And salt if you're crying

Before the December snows

Before the flowers wilt

I want to die now

And be reborn in spring

I want to die now

And be reborn in spring

Your skin always so white

In the sun will darken

The fruits on this branch

In the sun will ripen

And I weaken

I don't stand up anymore

Lay my body here

At the top of Ventoux

And cover me with lavender

And salt if you're crying

Before the December snows

Before the flowers wilt

I want to die now

And be reborn in spring

I want to die now

And be reborn in spring

My skin isn't this young

It knows the goodbyes

And under an autumn sky

I finally close my eyes

And I weaken

I don't stand up anymore

So let me here

At the top of Ventoux

And cover me with lavender

And salt if you're crying

Before the December snows

Before the flowers wilt

But if I die now

I will never be 20

The flowers don't really die

They are reborn in spring