Les feux de la chandeleur [English translation]

When winter is dying

in the flames of Candlemas,

the snow in my heart

gives way to the sun of dreams.

The sky of February

makes shine through my tears

all of the flowers of May

that promise me a truce.

You take me in your arms—

I get lost in your eyes.

You do not know—no, you do not even know

that we are happy.

Winter dries its tears

in the flames of Candlemas.

I'm waiting for the hour to sound.

I love you and then I die.