Les feuilles mortes [English translation]

Oh, I wish so much that you would remember

the happy days when we were friends.

Back then, life was more beautiful,

and the sun even hotter than today.

The dead leaves have piled up.

You see I have not forgotten

the dead leaves all piled up,

and the memories and the regrets as well.

And the north wind carries them off

into a frigid night of oblivion.

You see, I have not forgotten

the song that you sang to me.

It is a song that reminds me of us.

You—you loved me and I loved you.

And the two of us lived together,

you who loved me, I who loved you.

But life separates those in love,

so quietly without making a sound.

And the sea erases from the sand

the footsteps of lovers broken apart.

It is a song that reminds me of us.

You—you loved me and I loved you.

And the two of us lived together,

you who loved me, I who loved you.

But life separates those in love,

so quietly without making a sound.

And the sea erases from the sand

the footsteps of lovers broken apart.