Presque Rien [English translation]

So here is all I am good at

Some wind blowing through bamboo chests

Pieces of sky to be put on your eyelids

And some more hung to your neck.

It's nothing but usual sky,

Some blue you can see everywhere,

Still I have put all my craft into it,

On top of our whole story.

You see, it's hardly anything

It's so little

It's [brittle] like glass, hardly better

You see, it's hardly anything...

It's like a dream, like a game.

Some thoughts caught in beads of clear water.

I send you whole days

With cats on your lap,

Walls covered with your favorite flowers

And, above all, some light.

Nothing but light melodies,

A spring between two rocks

White linen over your warring years,

That is all I am good at, that is all...

You see, it's hardly anything

It's so little

It's like glass, hardly better

You see, it's hardly anything...

It's like a dream, like a game.

Some thoughts caught in beads of clear water.

Doo doo doo doo doo...