La noyée [English translation]

You drift away

On the river of memory

And running on the bank,

I cry for you to come back

But slowly you move away,

And in my reckless run,

Little by little, I catch up to you

A little bit of lost ground.

On occasion you dive

In the moving liquid

Or, brushing against brambles,

You hesitate and you wait for me

Hiding your face

In your pulled up dress,

From fear that you'll be disfigured

By shame and regret.

You're nothing but a wreck,

Dead dog in the water

But I'm still your slave

And dive into the stream

When memory ends

And the ocean of forget,

Breaks our hearts and our heads,

Never reunites us.