Plus je pense à toi [English translation]

The more I think of you

For all the quiet days when I listen to the falling rain

Et the chilly mornings that make me miss our nights

For all those differences that led to indifference, since,

For all the hours spent watching boredom swirl

And the hidden treasures burried lifeless forever

For all those memories bored tyo death, and,

The more I think of you even more do I realise

That the time that goes by won't heal me

Nothing replaces you, I miss you, I'm diying of you

And I realise that space misses you

To hide my mistakes that I commit by heart, and if,

For happiness, I traded suffering quietly

For those sleeps that dance, as reward flown away

As the blue of nuances becomes grey with suffering, too.

For the purple suns that you used to conceal, bruised

And the awkward laughs that hung you back up to life

The more I think of you even more do I realise

That the time that goes by won't heal me

Nothing replaces you, I miss you, I'm diying of you

And I realise that space misses you

Let me breathe, just one more hour

That withered flower, as foe death took away the love of a lifetime

The more I think of you even more do I realise

That the time that goes by won't heal me

Nothing replaces you, I miss you, I'm diying of you

And I realise that space misses you

Let me breathe, just one more hour

That withered flower, as foe death took away the love of a lifetime

For all the quiet days when I listen to the falling rain

And God's mornings, I miss you every night.