Do not be afraid.
Go, I will not kill myself for so little—go!
Me.
Do not be afraid.
I too will know how to forget you—go!
You.
It is thus
that you can never revive a dead love.
Very dead.
Throw him
a last bouquet of roses
in order to say goodbye, goodbye.
Ah!
In your eyes, it is no longer me that I see.
It is no longer me that you hold in your arms.
Leave if you still love me a little
and be happy.
~ ~ ~
This is over,
and neither you nor I can ever do anything.
Nothing.
This is over
and the rose will die as well tomorrow morning.
Ah!
Where are the words that I would like to give you?
Where are the words that would like to cry out to you?
But I only know how to say goodbye
and be happy.
Do not be afraid.
Go, I will not kill myself for so little, go!
Me.
Do not be afraid.
Leave without fear with someone else
and be happy—
and be happy—
and be happy.