I can't hear you that well
It has been so long
Whence are you calling me?
Whence comes this urgent need
to listen to me now?
Have the pigs begun to fly?1
' you been missing my voice
after almost a year?
It would be a nice day
and there aren't so many
I know how to make do
with the little things, now
We bury what's dying
we keep the good old times
I was sometimes afraid
you'd forget me, really
You do have on my mood
embarrassing effects, still
But you owe me none
I've had a terrible time
getting used to this idea
accepting it, at last
Won't you be grateful to me? (or : At least, be grateful to me)
Each one goes their own way
with what each of them was given
But you, you owe me nothing,
no, nothing
You didn't bother me
I live alone for now
But I'm in no hurry
I live in the moment
Things are so difficult
Everything seems so different
We don't rebuild our life
We simply continue
We don't sleep as soundly
We patiently listen
From the house for sounds
from outside, the falling down
That said, I'm doing fine
Call me more frequently
if you so desire
if you do have some time
But nothing is written
and you ain't obliged, really
But you owe me none
I've had a terrible time
getting used to this idea
accepting it, at last
At least, be grateful to me
Each one goes their own way
with what each of them was given
But you, you owe me nothing, no
You owe me nothing, nothing
1. In French the expression to define an event that will never happen is: "When the hens will have teeth". In English this French popular expression is replaced by: "When pigs fly".