Dans le feu de mon âme [English translation]

In the fire of my soul blazes my memories

Near the names of women who would want to die

With or without face in the mist of time

That keep their age behind the ashes of the years

In the fire of my soul, my remorse, my regrets

Ignites a thousand flames that light up forever

Those passing loves that are caught in a glance

On the sand of the beaches of the cities of chances

City of chances

Running millions, having too many things.

Too much property, too much honour

You forget about spring

And the child growing up and the scent of roses

You no longer hear your heart

And life opens up when

In the fire of my soul burns noiselessly

The joys and dramas that have marked my life

What I followed, what I didn't see.

The slightest words of books seem at the very beginning

To be the time when everything is read

In the fire of my soul go up in smoke

The pages of the program of those very green years

Seasons of my promises that have been sleeping charred

My youthful follies under the scorched earth

In the fire of my soul, companion of my nights

Love plays on the scale of my melancholy

By waking up accomplices of dreams who no longer exist

but a few scars and away from wasted time

Wasted time

Time doesn't care about time and the years are passing by

From spring to winter irretrievably

And you find yourself connecting empty forces

The heart becomes deserted and love flies away

Nothing comforts me as I watch my days slide by

With my dead loves sleeping buried under the past

Worn out to the bone, thou assembles me some days

In the fire of my soul

The fire burns with no return

My life and my loves

• Artist:Charles Aznavour
• Album:Je voyage (2003)