Je l’aime à mourir : I love her to death

Me, I was nothing,

And there I am today

The guardian

Of her nights’ sleep.

I love her to death.

You can destroy

All that will please you,

She only has to open

The space between her arms,

To rebuild everything.

I love her to death.

She erased the numbers

Of the neighborhood’s clocks.

She made of my life

Paper hens,

Burst of laughter.

She built bridges

Between us and the sky,

And we cross them

Every time she

Does not want to sleep

Does not want to sleep.

I love her to death.

She surely made all the wars

To be so strong today,

She surely made all the wars

Of life, and also love.

She lives at her best

Her dream of opaline.

She dances in the middle

Of forests she draws.

I love her to death.

She wears ribbons

That she let fly away,

She often sings me

That I am wrong to try

To retain them,

To retain them.

I love her to death.

To climb up in her cave

Hidden under roofs,

I have to nail notes

At my wooden clogs.

I love her to death.

I just have to sit down,

I must not speak,

I must not want anything,

I just have to try

To belong to her,

To belong to her.

I love her to death.

She surely made all the wars

To be so strong today,

She surely made all the wars

Of life, and also love.

Me, I was nothing,

And there I am today

The guardian

Of her nights’ sleep.

I love her to death.

You can destroy

All that will please you,

She only has to open

The space between her arms,

To rebuild everything.

I love her to death.