Rue des acacias [English translation]

She wasn't my neighbour

She lived in the hills

Up there, in Hawthorn street

I was not boaster

And here it was cold

Down there, in Acacia Street

We passed one another from time to time

So we walked together in the fields

In the middle of spring flowers

Who chase away all the torments

I loved her so much

She dreamed of Anna Karenina

And hoop skirts

Up there, of Hawthorn Street

I was not sure of myself

God, I was clumsy

Down there, in Acacia Street

The years passed slowly

We looked at eachother kindly

But the snow and bad wind

Chase away the children's dreams

We loved each other so much

She lyed down in the spleen

Of a navy blue sofa

Up there, of Hawthorn Street

Me, I cried more than me

Frozen with grief and horror

Down there, in Acacia Street

She was perhaps twenty years old

I remember from time to time

But the time never reappear (come back)

The time that drives away everything, all the time

I loved her so much

She wasn't my neighbor

She lived in the hills

Up there, in Hawthorn Street

I was not boaster

And here it was cold

Down there, in Acacia Street