Ton côté du lit [English translation]

From these sheets that I rumple instead of finding you

Where I would like to embrace you instead of dreaming of you

From this mediocre coffee which you did not much appreciate

Not even when I succeeded in doing it right for once

From my silly moods that come over me without any reason

From the water I never add to my wine (1)

From all those strange women who drop in

And who dare to sleep on your side of the bed

On your side of the bed, on your side of the bed

From this love that has already come to an end, to an end

And which has, however, not ended

Deliver me (2)

From all those silly and boring songs

That made me cry my heart out

From all those faces I saw in the subway

And who made me run like an idiot hundreds of times

From all your letters that I never read again

But that I know by heart for having read them so often

From her who is already certain that I have forgotten you

And who dares to sleep on your side of the bed

On your side of the bed, on your side of the bed

From this love that has already come to an end, to an end

And which has, however, not ended

Deliver me

From none of those words that made me blush

When embarrassment and love became one

From all those cries for joy which I often suppressed

From those memories which we missed out on

Even from all the insults and all the mud

Which I threw at you when I was angry

From your immovable shadow that consumes my life

And who dares to sleep on your side of the bed

On your side of the bed, on your side of the bed

From this love that has already come to an end

And which has, however, not ended

Deliver me, deliver me