One day, I'll go away on a white sailing boat
to the Leeward Islands, there, to the children's land
oh yes , I'll go away, for ever on my own
for evenings and for days, for mornings and for dawns.
And I shall leave Paris and I shall leave the Seine,
Our Lady and the quays, your youth and also mine,
I'll never buy again any castle in the sky
or elsewhere nor behave any more like a clown
Nor drag my decrepit old cargo-ship 's sluggishness
Along the black canals of feverish Paris,
nor end up on Blanche square at midnight in darkness.
How I would like to taste O my former Sundays !
I'll leave Paris without carrying a suitcase
to cast my past away , leave aside my mistakes.
I' ll leave the flowers of the garden of your body,
your anonymous mouth, your heart that makes me sleep.
I' ll drag my life behind me on all continents
along the stream of dreams, and along the oceans
and maybe in the deep of some vertical sea,
Between the clouds and skies will go and will come Bliss
One day, I'll go away on a white sailing boat
to the Leeward Islands, there, to the children's land
oh yes , I'll go away, for ever on my own
for evenings and for days, for mornings and for dawns.
One day, I'll go away on a white sailing boat
to the Leeward Islands, far, far away - but when ?
oh yes , I'll go away, for ever on my own
for evenings, nights and days,
to meet the carefree Death