Une complainte dans le Vent [English translation]

My breath takes away every second before seeing you1

I raise my voice without answering

My heart beats without discussing

But no matter what mistakes we made, for fear of losing our discounts

Goodbye to our wishes, our romantic desires

My lips tremble at the thought, of forgotten warmths

Of your fingers running along my fineries, you'd have worn me down

But whatever the pains of the present

I'm not the same anymore, you aren't a child anymore

While we wait for each other, would it be an accident

I'll go along the cove toward you, for your sighs

The banks of a fjord are waiting for me, I'm losing my provisions

I no longer understand why we didn't sing anymore

A lament in the wind

My lost love

The stars were moving to the south, I followed to extinguish

What was left of the bitterness, the salt on my regrets

But I know time passes without us, and when it stays we become more than insane

Maybe we should wait for each other

In the meanders

I'll go along the cove toward you, for your sighs

The banks of a fjord are waiting for me, I'm losing my provisions

I no longer understand why we didn't sing anymore

A lament in the wind

My lost love

A lament in the wind

My lost love

A lament in the wind

My lost love

1. This line is based on the expression "couper le souffle à quelqu'un" (= "take someone's breath away")