Everything's going away, everything's dying
You don't believe in our happiness anymore
And you're losing your reason and cause
Nervous and morose, Rose, Rose
Rose, Rose, oh yes! I remember
I was what, sixteen, you maybe a little less
When you were skipping class and coming in the morning
To bring me your heart like a rosebud
Rose, Rose, love of my past
When you came to see me in my room in the attic
I thought your skin smelled of wet hay
And when I kissed you... but that's something else
Everything's going away, everything's dying
You want to close your door on my heart
I already hear the wind picking up
To dispel my dreams, Eve, Eve
Eve, Eve another memory
Who burned my heart before weakening
I thought I'd go crazy, I wanted to die
But time heals all, one day without warning
Eve, Eve who bit madly
Into the fruit of love, it breaks teeth
If you hurt me I nevertheless kept
Memories of the days... I think I digress
Everything's going away, everything's dying
I feel fear settling down inside me
You already packed your suitcase
And I realise, Lise, Lise
Lise, Lise where are you today
You who died each day to revive at night
You who walked barefoot dreaming in the rain
Loathing the sun but adoring the snow
Lise, Lise and your moving hair
Erratic, unexpected, half woman and half child
Who fell into my arms sometimes sobbing
Or laughing hard... let's see where was I?
Everything's going away, everything's dying
I'm nothing more than a shadow in your heart
And I see that inside you everything is getting ready
For other conquests... Kate, Kate
Kate, Kate of the accent I loved
Who despite her efforts as soon as she explained herself
Couldn't prevent herself from breaking French
Who despite being English was nevertheless clay
Kate, Kate had a thousand treasures
And rusty stains embellished her body
As if her parents had left her outside
Too long in the rain... fragile happiness
Everything's going away, everything's dying
But spring returns the victor
Arms loaded with dreams and flowers
And dries our tears
And sows our heart with
its grains of madness
Such is life