Vienne [English translation]

If I write you tonight from Vienna,

I'd like you to understand

That I have chosen absence

As the last chance.

Our sky was becoming so heavy

If I write you tonight from Vienna

How beautiful is the autumn in Vienna

So much, that without thinking

I preferred to leave

And I'm in Vienna without you.

I walk, I dream in Vienna

To the triple time of a distant waltz.

It seems that the shadows

Turn and merge together.

How beautiful they were, the evenings of Vienna

Your letter must've crossed mine.

No, I don't want you to come

I'm alone

And I love being free.

How I love this exile to Vienna without you.

An old Austrian dame

Such that exist only in Vienna

Was lodging me in her room

Falling, of purple and of amber

Heavy drapes of silks

It's beautiful; through the blinds

I see the church of Saint-Etienne

And when the evening comes

Its blues, its grays, its mauves

And the night on the roofs

It's beautiful, Viena; it's beautiful, Vienna

It'll soon be a week

Already, that I'm alone in Vienna

It's strange, accidentally

The other evening, I bumped into

Our friends from Lontaccini.

It'll soon be a week

They were passing through Vienna

They didn't ask anything

They were just surprised

To see me in Vienna without you.

Me, me, I promenade.

I am well, I am well.

And then, week after week,

I am alone in Vienna

Your letters become rare

Maybe elsewhere,

You have found the oblivion of me.

I read and I write, but, despite that

How very long is the autumn in Vienna.

In this double bed

Where, the nights, I freeze,

Suddenly, I feel pained by you.

How long it is, Vienna; how far it is, Vienna.

If I write you tonight from Vienna,

You know, it's necessary for you to come.

I had gone. Forgive me.

Our sky was becoming so heavy

And you, from Paris to Vienna,

Through an invisible string,

You observe me and I think,

Playing indifferent,

That you have kept me despite me.

It's midnight tonight in Vienna.

My love, it's necessary for you to come.

You see, I'm abandoning myself.

It's so beautiful, the autumn

And I'd love to live through it with you.

It's beautiful, Vienna; with you, Vienna.