À la plus haute branche [English translation]

On the clear fountain

I'm going to walk

Hanging on the highest branch

Among the chestnut fruits

They say that you're moving back and forth

I see you and I lose foot

Although nothing matters more

Have you at least found the key

That gives us back our childhood

And our crazy laughter of schoolchildren

This night

It's the autumn wind

That will rock you

Let him

In the shelter of men

Move you back and forth close to me

There will be discomfort of course

Like a brief hesitation

When placing the chairs

For the Eve meal

You will live in our silences

At random conversations

I will tame your absence

But I won't say your name

This night

It's the autumn wind

That will rock you

Let him

In the shelter of men

Move you back and forth close to me

Hanging on the highest branch

One day I will forgive you

Say to God that it's Sunday

And that he can come get you