On n'en meurt pas mais ça vous tue [English translation]

A ray of sunlight through the canopy

Drops of dew on the roses, hanging

The night like a fog on a dirt road

You don't die but it kills you

You don't die but it kills you

The heart that doesn't do more than it wants to

From the careless disorder to the sad virtue

The scent of lilacs near a stone angel

You don't die but it kills you

You don't die but it kills you

There is in the sweetness a nostalgic scent

They beauty often puts blues (sadness) in your heart

Is it a whim or really, the life that shows us

that it takes talent to savor the taste of happiness?

The sorrow that is lost in the tangles of a tissue

The doubt that leaves you at the edge of unknown

The desire to understand all and the fear of knowing

You don't die but it kills you

You don't die but it kills you

A bird held captive by the clutter of a foliage

The shared emotion of a restrained kiss

The idea of being twenty

You don't die but it kills you

You don't die but it kills you

A ray of sunlight through the canopy

Drops of dew on the roses, hanging

That kills you for sure, but in a lovely way

And since you don't because of it, what more do you ask for?

The look of a child planted in my sad eyes

Like a sword of love, Like a lost remedy

And his little hand that tells me I exist

I don't die of it, but what do you want?

I don't die of it, but what do you want?

My love, that kills me as much the tenderness

of a gesture that you have that keeps me from the habit of

thinking sometimes that the life hates me

This gesture there, not taken, not seen

It will kill me, but it continues !