On ne dit jamais assez aux gens qu'on aime qu'on les aime [English translation]

These parents, these friends, these friends whom we like

With whom we sleep, we eat, we talk on the phone,

Often when our eyes meet

There is a warmth

But from that point to saying it out loud

Too much shame, too much shame

It's never often enough that we tell those whom we love,

Fearing to annoy them, that we love them¹

We never tell them often enough

That without them²

We wouldn't even be half of what we are

Before we tell each other goodbye, retreat into shadows

Before the curtain falls for our story

I want to declare to all of this tiny world that surrounds me:

Life, life would be a dark one without you around,

All of you around.

It's never often enough that we tell those whom we love,

Fearing to annoy them, that we love them

We never tell them often enough

That without them

We wouldn't even be half of what we are

What could be more important?

Reason or sentiments?

It's never often enough that we tell those whom we love,

We never tell them often enough,

That we love them.

I love you³!