Sentiments de paper [English translation]

Ten at night,

Today everything is covered in snow;

The windows

Are frozen glass.

I hear the laughter

Of a few children, who play

Down in the square,

Where the snow hasn't turned to mud.

They don't look at people:

They're dreaming

Of a world filled with light...

She wears braids

And her hair is wet.

Her body is soft:

She is only twelve.

She plays with dolls

With the children from the neighbourhood,

Down in the square,

Where there are gas lamps.

They don't look at people:

They're dreaming

Of a world filled with light...

But they will grow up

And, with time as an ally,

They will become toys to be forgotten.

They'll be a few years,

Maybe very few years,

And they'll change and become worse.

They won't be children:

They will be more human!

Their white dreams will die away...

They'll taste like death.

It will be a harsh present

Marked by evil and hell!

They will drink both fears and pleasures.

They'll know what it means to cry,

To die for love!

They'll learn about passions,

Fatal betrayals:

They'll learn about pain and tears!

Dying is so hard

By the hand of a brother!

That emptiness in our hearts...

Just like killing old friends

And completely erasing

Dreams that, today, are nothing.

Old memories:

They're the first thing that sinks down...

Feelings of paper...

Sheet after sheet...