Le 7 septembre [English translation]

It's crazy to think

that although we cut our ties

so many winters ago,

we still want to celebrate together

on our anniversary.

This faithful little table, under which our hands

reached for each other instinctively,

watches as a sentinel

over the confidential

ritual corner.

If our story has burnt out,

under the ashes embers smoulder.

We tried to blow them out

but all we did was fan the flames.

Spring flowers

will soon wither away

and our faces will be marked by age

but we will have hope

that sparkling in our eyes

will be this past love.

And on the 7th of September, we

will celebrate our anniversary.

We won't know where

to kiss each other. On the cheek,

or on the lips.

If our story has burnt out,

under the ashes embers smoulder.

We tried to blow them out

but all we did was fan the flames.

And on the 7th of September, we

will celebrate our anniversary.