I walked in the church

 And saw nobody there,

 Just the extinct look of plaster statues.

 I know a place where there is nothing above,

 I still think of you.

 I should have distrusted the swirling winds,

 Of these cutting stones hidden under sleepy water

 Of these little creeks becoming harbors,

 I still think of you.

 I had been told that everything fades,

 Fortunately time goes by.

 I shall have learned it takes a long time,

 But time goes by, fortunately… Fortunately.

 I crossed the beggar, who lost his way,

 In my raincoat I look a little like him.

 And then I have your image stucked in the eyes,

 I still think of you.