. I looked at you tenderly
. I would have liked to talk to you very much
. But I lacked the courage
. I would have liked to take you with me
. Walk beside me for a few steps
. Not that I start imagining
. Imagining many things
. Things that I don't dare to tell you, madame
. But still, I think about you often
. Often, I think about you, madame
. Often, I see you again, madame
. I am happy, I have ideas
. And maybe, tomorrow, you will take me by the hand
. Often, I think about you, madame
. Often, I see you again, madame
. Don't tell me to go away
. I could suffer from it, maybe die from it
. In my heart I have an old loneliness
. Will you come from north or south
. To become my habit
. You will be my first summer
. My rose, my hidden well (=source of water)
. Let me then imagine
. Imagine many things
. Things that I don't dare to tell you, Madame
. But still, I think about you often
. Don't tell me to go away
. I could suffer from it, and maybe love you