Les feuilles mortes [English translation]

Oh, I wish you'd remember.

Happy days when we were friends.

In those days life was better,

And the sun hotter than today.

Dead leaves are picked up by the shovel.

You see, I haven't forgotten...

Dead leaves are picked up by the shovel,

Memories and regrets too

And the north wind carries them away

In the cold night of oblivion.

See, I haven't forgotten

The song you used to sing me.

Chorus :

It's a song that looks like us.

You loved me and I loved you

And we both lived together,

You who loved me, I who loved you.

But life separates those who love each other,

Slowly, quietly and quietly

And the sea erases on the sand

the footsteps of broken lovers