Première rencontre [English translation]

I’d sit all alone in my bedroom

Dreaming of the one who’d come

And rescue me one day from my childhood

And with whom I’d go far,

Far away

If I had been asked to describe him

I would most certainly have erred

But I had already loved his smile

Before our first encounter

Before the start of the concert

As the musicians accord in tune

As if it were the sea advancing

As if it were a heart in throe

It was so when I first saw him

He stood out no more than any other

But I knew that it was him and no other