Vers la Frontière [English translation]

It's raining lost tears, at the border,

The path is drowned in all its stones

Thinking of nothing, I think of her

Silence, speed, drizzle, I think of her,

At the border,

I think of her...

Lighthouses from afar crisscross me

Trucks, boats, what importance?

There is no one at sea or on land

Or it might well be they're sleeping at the border.

I'm going towards her,

I'm thinking of her...

I'm going to the border looking for you

Find you at the end of the road

[And] accelerate...

Night bars are bored just before dawn

The seedy1 hotels too, nothing saves them ...

At the crossing, a long train passes

Lots of people, cattle, what importance?

I'm going towards her

I'm thinking of her...

Then I see her singing, dancing or laughing

In the next corner, I'll see worse

I'm going towards her,

I thinking of her...

I'm going to the border looking for you

Find you at the end of the road

[And] accelerate...

It's raining tears lost on the border

Jealousy bites 1) worse than misery

Lost between doubts and hope

The road is a long rope without the gallows.

It's raining tears lost on the border

I wish they all flow from her eyelids

It's raining lost tears on the border

How to find you on this earth?

It's raining tears lost on this earth.

I close my eyes, I accelerate ...

I'm thinking of her...

1. Lit., "blind"