My life, my life spent
watching time go by,
My life of beautiful summers
And of damn springs,
My life, my life left
to two or three lovers,
My life, my life smoothed
Like the pages of a novel,
Sensitive, sensitive,
The heart touched at the heart of all targets,
Unspeakably shy,
Tortured to the point of impossibility,
Sensitive, sensitive,
Tears in my eyes, under this impassive air,
Of an invisible fragility,
Here is this terrible will.
My life, my frozen life,
Like so many photos,
My life, my life thrown away
In the bottom of a car,
My life, my life played,
Living the script,
My life, my hidden life,
Can be summed up in one word:
Sensitive, sensitive.
My heart touched in the heart of all targets,
Of an unspeakable shyness,
Tortured to the point of impossibility,
Sensitive, sensitive.
Tears in my eyes under this impassive air
Of unspeakable fragility
Here is this terrible will.
My life, my life sung
To the point of being public,
My life, my beloved life,
Is a modest garden,
Sensitive, sensitive.
The heart touched in the heart of all targets
Of an unspeakable shyness,
Tortured to the point of impossibility,
Sensitive, sensitive.
Tears in my eyes under this impassive air
Of an invincible fragility,
Here is this terrible will:
Sensitive, sensitive,
Sensitive...