Mélodie perdue [English translation]

Melody of happier days—

you remained down there

under the roofs of an old suburb

where love is king.

The sound of a violin wafted out of the night

and into our little attic nest

to cradle us until the dawn

in a melody of love.

Melody of happier days—

you are so, so far away—

the only friend of a fugitive dream

in a lost paradise.

You are no longer—no longer anything

other than an old familiar refrain

that is bored and dragged into the street—

I hear you no more.

You have disappeared—

you, the lost melody.