Seule avec moi [English translation]

It is just eight o'clock and the house awakens.

A radio plays a song at a neighbor's house.

I butter toast standing in the kitchen

because you're always hungry in the morning.

Then each of us hurries and, on your fresh cheek,

I caress you and say: "Until tonight."

And you hurry away while, from my window,

I give you a good-bye wave.

You left and I stay here.

I stay alone, alone with myself.

All my life, I pass it here.

I stay alone, all alone at home.

I have what I want—the best and the worst—

the golden life and the desire to leave.

They say I'm lucky but I cry in silence

on my big bed and over my future.

Behind my grin, they do not see the evidence

of those desires that tear apart the heart—

for the gentleman across the street, for the young man passing by—

for a moment of love, for a quarter of an hour.

You left and I stay here.

I stay alone, alone with myself.

All my life, I pass it here.

I stay alone, all alone at home.

That's my vie en rose, always to do the same thing

while following the path that has been laid out for me.

Like all women, I have the same schedule,

and "The Today Show" on TV.

Nobody imagines that I might have real thoughts—

that sometimes I might want to travel.

The adventure is over, despite myself—I'm sure

that nothing will ever happen to me.

You left and I stay here.

Me here alone, alone with myself.

All my life, I pass it here.

Is it really happiness, all this?