Fatiguée d'attendre [English translation]

Oh, oh

I'm tired of awaiting

loving words from you,

words you won't say,

since you only care about yourself.

Impossible love.

What would be the worst,

to lose you or to survive you?

To dream you, or to live?

I've tried everything though,

all women weapons.

I even shed a tear, only one.

Was it our silences I liked,

or rather your beautiful indifference, really?

I don't know what to do now,

while usually I measured

my courage against

the violence of storms.

I have to mourn the loss

of you and my pride.

Me, I was ready for anything,

except to hug you fiercely.

I would have gone with you

up to Alaska,

no matter if I can't stand the cold.

I found some heat

in the spotlights,

far away from you.

Impossible love.

What would be the worst,

to lose you or to survive you?

To dream you, or to live?

I don't want anymore waiting

I don't want anymore learning

how to break the ice.

When your reflection fades,

I won't love you without saying a word

I won't curse you,

forget your face and voice.

You know, in order to be a woman

sometimes you break your soul

many times

(repeat from "What would be worst...")