Le sixième jour [English translation]

One by one, I counted down the days

as they died out in slow motion.

My little one, my tender love,

it snows on Alexandria.

You did not have time to see the sea,

your eyes riveted between two shores.

Your eyelids closed

before the boat arrived.

But on the sixth day, on the sixth day,

my heart went to sleep

as the sun rose.

But on the sixth day, on the sixth day,

everything stopped dead.

So allow me,

allow me to cry.

I travel alone towards nothingness.

There is too much noise calling me back.

I understood perhaps a bit too late

that I was still a woman.

Let him forgive me for this goodbye.

I did not have the choice of crying.

Little man, be wise, wait for me.

I do look away from your star.

But on the sixth day, on the sixth day,

my heart went to sleep

as the sun rose.

But on the sixth day, on the sixth day,

everything stopped dead.

So allow me,

allow me to cry.

I take away a little of you.

I leave you a little of me.

A little later, a little further down the road,

perhaps we will find one another again.

But on the sixth day, on the sixth day,

everything stopped dead.

So allow me,

allow me to cry.

Little man, be wise,

wait for me, wait for me...