Nantes [English translation]

It's raining in Nantes

Give me your hand

Nantes' sky

Makes my heart grieve

A morning like this one

It's only a year since

The town had this dyed pale look

When I leave the station

Nantes is again unknown to me

I would have never come here

It had needed this message

For me to undertake this journey

"Madame, go to the rendez-vous place:

25, Grange-au-Loup street

Go quickly, there is little hope

He asked to see you."

At the time of his last hour

After many years of wandering

He has returned right to my heart

His cry broke the silence

Since he was gone

For a long time, I had hoped

for the wanderer, the disappeared,

That he would, presto, return to me

25, Grange-au-Loup Street

I remember the rendez-vous

And I engraved in my memory

This room at the end of a corridor

Sat near to a chimney

I saw four men get up

The light was cold and white

They wore their Sunday best

I didn't ask any questions

To these strange companions

I said nothing, but from their looks,

I understood that it was too late

So, I was at the rendez-vous

25, Grange-au-Loup Street

But he never saw me again

He had already disappeared

And, you know the story

He had returned one evening

And his last journey is done

And his last shore is turned.

He wanted before he died

To warm himself with my smile

But he died on the very night

Without a goodbye, without an 'I love you"

On the path that skirts the sea

He lies on a garden of stones

I want him to rest in peace

I have laid him under a bed of roses

My father, my father!

It's raining in Nantes

And I remember

Nantes' sky

Makes my heart grieve