Le Pacifique [English translation]

I touched the columbine sand1

Aged with tears and salty air

I wore the autumn sweater

That you left me in October

What could I have done to keep you

To at least wake up one morning

On the bay of your Pacific

The wind rises, pulling the reins

Of a love that did not breathe

Of nights that no longer sang your songs

That far away from us were right

But I will wait for you there

On the shore, freezing to death

In the hope that I shared only with myself to ascertain

That you're not reaching me and it's like all these steps

That the sand will be able to erase

From the pacific, so loved

Kiss the girls kiss the west

Far from my cries, from my distress

You were forgetting me every second

Passed into the arms of a dove

I screamed so much to catch

A moment of sincerity

On the bay of your Pacific.

The wind rises, pulling the reins

Of a love that did not breathe

Of nights that no longer sang your songs

That far away from us were right

But I will wait for you there

On the shore, freezing to death

In the hope that I shared only with myself to ascertain

That you're not reaching me and it's like all these steps

That the sand will be able to erase

From the pacific, so loved

1. "Colombin" is a word denoting a color that varies between red and violet, like the throat of a stock dove. Source: https://www.cnrtl.fr/definition/colombin