Les Amants d'un jour [English translation]

I am cleaning glasses

At the back of a café

I've too much to do

To be able to dream

And in these surroundings

It's pointless to dream

It still seems to me

I see them arrive.

They arrived

Holding hands

The wonder

Of two young infants

Bringing the sun

They asked

In gentle voices

A roof under which to love

In the centre of town

And I remember

That they looked at

With a tender look

A hotel room

With faded wallpaper

And when I closed

The door on them

There was so much shining

In their eyes

How that hurt me

How that hurt me.

I clean glasses

At the back of the café

I've too much to do

To be able to dream

And in these surroundings

It's pointless to weep

Body to body

That's how they were found.

We found them

Holding hands

Their eyes closed

Towards different mornings

In the full sun

We laid them both down

Together and peaceful

In a grave

In the centre of town

And I remember

Having closed again

In the morning

The hotel room

Lovers for a day

But they laid in my heart

A taste of their sunshine

And so many colours

That it hurt me

That it hurt me.

I wash the glasses

At the back of the café

I've too much to do

To be able to dream

And in these surroundings

It's useless to weep

There's always outside

A room to let.