Le petit chemin de pierres [English translation]

I will never forget the joyful route made by

the little stone path

through the ivy and the broom.

There you used to say that you loved me—that you loved me—

that you would love me all life long—a sweet prayer to which I listened.

Joy sang in our hearts beating with the same meter.

Our eyes shone with a glow warmer than the fires of the sky.

The earth turned around the two of us at such a mad pace

that our love seemed supernatural.

But today—

I pray, I cry, I flee, I am

alone with all of my grief—

a miserable refrain that makes up my nights

because I left my heart drained, wounded, broken

on our stone path—

so solitary and forlorn.

What a cruel mirage was this path—

a very beautiful voyage that was too short-lived.