Si je n'ai rien de toi [English translation]

Having my star on Hollywood Boulevard

My name in golden letters

Making the world dream at the sound of guitars

At the sound of music

Singing as long as God allows me to

Before Heaven

And seeing my kingdom shine in the night sky

From here to Australia

But that's not enough

It's not enough

If I have nothing from you

If I can't hear your voice

I go back to being a child

Deserted, dying

In her room at the end of the corridor

If I have nothing from you

If I can't feel your arms

I go back to being a peasant

Hobo or stray dog

With a heart in rags on the sidewalk

Howling frightened in the dark

If I have nothing from you

What good is it to be me

To be me?

Preserving my soul, even disobeying

Staying true to myself

Choosing to live with desire as my only guide

Without regrets or hatred

Going onstage, my body right in the light

Carried by the screams

Rising from the ground and soon leaving the Earth

Like the latest Messiah

But that's not enough

If I have nothing from you

If I can't hear your voice

I go back to being a child

Deserted, dying

In her room at the end of the corridor

If I have nothing from you

If I can't feel your arms

I go back to being a peasant

Hobo or stray dog

With a heart in rags on the sidewalk

If I have nothing from you

If I can't hear your voice

I go back to being a child

Deserted, dying

In her room at the end of the corridor

If I have nothing from you

I become a living dead

Ghost and transparent

Condemned to burn in hell

Howling from misery

If I have nothing from you

What good is it to be me

Yes, to be me