The beach sleeps and all is silent;
the waves expire at the base of a sandcastle.
I listen to the song of your absence,
sad as a blind man at sunset.
Umbrellas seem bored, lined up along the sand;
all my illusions have vanished with the wind.
A game of cards is abandoned on the edge of a table,
sad as a dancer in the rising sun.
Where to find a love as beautiful as yours?
It was raining at Cherbourg but we were fine there
among the sailors.
Where to search for such a strong, powerful love?
The city baked by day but the night came—
and a volcano erupted.
The sails of the boats slide by in my dreams.
The rocks still echo the sound of your voice.
A love song remains on my lips,
sad as a refrain that one cannot recall.
The children have left to begin the games of autumn,
and the birds follow them as the weather changes.
Apart from the sea and me, not a soul remains.
You know I am here and I wait for you.
Where to find a love as beautiful as yours?
It was raining at Cherbourg but we were fine there
among the sailors.
Where to search for such a strong, powerful love?
The city baked by day but the night came—
and a volcano erupted.
We took a detour but I believe always--
always, I wait for you.
We took a detour but I believe always--
always, I wait for you.