Chère Véronique [English translation]

Dear Veronique, when you will read me

Dear Véronique, do not make fun

Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you

But I do not dare

Dear Veronique, if our two families

Were scrambled to death sometime

From the neighboring wall, through the grids

Me, I dream of you

And perched in the banches

Large magnolia dominating the park

I spent the summer watching you

Dear Veronique, when you will read me

Dear Véronique, do not make fun

Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you

But I do not dare

The night of St. John

The storm was choking me

I was looking for fresh under the veranda

When someone sang

Dear Veronique, your voice is troubled and tender

That night was singing my song

And I lost my mind hearing it

I fled the house

Since then I'm being watched, but

In my sleep

I touch your fingers, your hair undone

Your eyes a blueberry

Dear Veronique, the night I delirium

And the morning tears you off my arms

Dear Veronique, when you will read me

Do not laugh

At dawn, tomorrow

I'm leaving for a long time

I am sent very far

Less to work

What to forget you

Dear Veronique, when you will read me

Dear Véronique, do not make fun

Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you

But I do not dare

Dear Veronique, never will read

The poor letter of her lover

Dear Veronique, because I tear it

And throw it into the fire, and throw it into the fire, and throw it in

fire.

• Artist:Michel Polnareff