4 mots sur un piano [English translation]

Four words on a piano, the ones she left.

Four are already too much - I can count.

Four winds over a past, my vanished dreams.

But what could this other have that I don't?

I'll never know.

A quite trivial case, cliché, an ill-fated dénouement.

Three minus the two that leave, it's me the one who stays.

Caresses, considerations and kisses, I knew not how to give them.

'Share her', Lucifer whispered to me.

Since then, I dream of hell.

Me, I would have done everything for her, for one simple word.

What does the other one give her that I couldn't offer?

She was my wind, my wings, my most beautiful life.

Was she too beautiful o was I too stupid?

Don't we ever love enough?

Four beautiful years in tears, a poor summary.

The cards were played but the queen has hidden.

Four millions of silences, of dancing regrets,

questions, sighs and sentences.

I would prefer her absences.

Me, I would have done so much for her, to drink her water.

What does the other one give her that I couldn't offer?

She was my wind, my wings, my most beautiful life.

But, was she too beautiful o were we too stupid?

Don't we ever love enough?

You were my life like night and day.

You two tied, intertwined my perfect love.

One morning you've condemned me to choose.

I didn't love but you two.

I'm leaving you, goodbye.

Choosing would be betraying ourselves.

But what could this other have that I don't?

I'll never know.

'Share her', Lucifer whispered to me.

Since then, I dream of hell.