Comme des étrangers [English translation]

A little out of cowardice, a little out of weariness

On the burnt land of our days of happiness

A little out of vanity, a little out of habit

for fear of being alone, we live together

Like the strangers who have nothing to tell each other

Like people in rush who see each other by chance

we exchange few words with a pale smile

Without having anything in heart and anything in eye

We have nothing left but regrets and remorses

Nothing but a love which is already dead

No matter what we do, we are not

But two face to face beings

Who live like strangers

But what happened to the couple who loved each other?

We will never know it

because we stay side by side

While denying our faults

And live like the strangers

Maybe out of modesty, maybe out of weakness

We never address this important issue

And ridiculously frozen by distress

While hoping for the impossible, we are killing the time

The time that surely devours and devastates us

This impurity is held in our hearts

And we are two fools who think that are wise gorged in the past which is dying slowly

• Artist:Charles Aznavour