La chanson de Delphine [English translation]

I know nothing about him, and perhaps I see him

His name is familiar, and I recognise his voice

Often in my sleep, I cross by his face

His gaze and love is only an image

He has the beauty of romantic men

Of divine Raphaël, the imitated talent

A philosophy of democratic spirit

And the poet, finally the unlimited rhyme

I could talk to you about his eyes, about his hands

I could talk to you about him until tomorrow

His love, it's my life, but what good does dreaming do?

Illusion of love is not love found

Is he close by, is he far away, is he in Rochefort?

I'll see him again because I know he exists

Much more than reason, heart is the strongest

To its orders, to its rules, nobody can resist

I won't resist