Plus d'amour [English translation]

When there is no more love

there are still a few leftovers.

A few promises stretched thin

in permanent ink,

a few hair on a jacket.

When there is no more love

there are still pipe dreams.

Shoes on the ground,

a sink full of bowls,

from bland mornings

to extra quick

meals.

When there is no more love

there is still something.

Some shared mists

Some shared secrets

near a big pink house.

When there is no more love

there is still terror.

Endless streams of insults

and broken oaths in your blood.

Doors banging in the wind

and the fear of the lover.

No more views out to sea,

the unchanging straight future.

Love experiences its usual winter,

so commonplace.

One single wrong word

gets you a hail

a hail of stones.

Love experiences its winter

on the sea, so usual,

so commonplace.

When there is no more love

there is still tenderness,

and sometimes you get drunk

on cheap wine to experience

a moment that leaves us

even less full of love.

Suddenly everything gets oppressive.

When there is no more love,

there are still two hostages,

like two restless souls1

dreaming of new horizons2

new horizons.

No more views out to sea,

the unchanging straight future.

Love experiences its usual winter,

so commonplace.

One single wrong word

gets you a hail

a hail of stones.

Love experiences its winter

on the sea, so usual,

so commonplace.

When there is no more love

there is still an old jewel.

Eyelids under the tears,

the skin that shrivels

and always this huge uncertainty.

When there is no more love at all

you think of the pleasant moments

of the taste of his lips,

of his sweat, of his fever.

Heady memories

of his indecent body.

No more views out to sea,

the unchanging straight future.

Love experiences its usual winter,

so commonplace.

When there is no more love.

1. lit. "almost two caged lions".

"comme un lion en cage" is an expression used to carry the idea of restlessness2. lit. "other shores"