Le temps qu'il nous reste [English translation]

How does it matter the time we have left,

We'll have the chance to grow old together :

My tenderness will live in the deep of your eyes,

Your youth will live in the deep of my heart.

Like a prayer from childhood,

these words on your lips give me faith.

I can imagine us, your hand in mine,

our smallest smiles will mean I love you.

But one of us will leave first,

And close his eyes forever

With a final smile.

And the other, losing half his life,

Will remain in the night every day.

His heart of course will beat,

But for whom ? But why ?

Your step sounds, the door opens,

My heart beats faster and I find you again.

When our hands are holding I forget about everything else,

I feel like time itself has stopped.

But one of us will leave first,

And close his eyes forever

With a final smile.

One day one of us will be too tired,

And, almost happy, will leave first

And the other, without delay, will follow.

~ ~ ~

I can imagine us, your hand in mine,

our smallest smiles will mean I love you.