Les klaxons des mariages de juin [English translation]

I hear far away the car horns of June's wedings,

I still have the taste of your body on my tongue,

Like a bitterness for letting you this morning,

With this in our head like a pitching boat.

I must have a million things to tell you,

But the only words coming to me are : to hold you back,

Swallow grass snakes*, my heart in a dart game.

In my ball under snow you turned my head upside down : please stop, (just) stop...

I hear far away the car horns of June's wedings,

Letting me think that happiness is always for others,

Join me in my little eternity,

Hold me tight in your arms, I am not afraid to love anymore, oh loving you

To love