Et l'on n'y peut rien [English translation]

Like an invisible thread between Him and She

it knits amorous ties

In the convoluted unconscious

it wanders free as a bird

And everything flickers

what's outside it dims down

Only a hunger in our hearts

it changes a slave into a king

and can fell the saints down from their skies

it can damn the righteous or the wise

And there's nothing for it.

You resist it, all wrapped up in yourself

pictures, and tokens of happy times.

Like a terrorist he rams through your door

In just a blink everything's washed away

Crawling and spying

and begging for words

you read its poets and relish its paintings

(tu lis ses poètes, aimes ses tableaux)

And you try to cross her path

Suddenly you are fifteen again

your whole world's turned around

And there's nothing for it.

It intrudes when you least expect it

Sart believing in it and it evaporates

Brother, you who it once got hooked

You never again be able to withdraw

It leaves us empty

and more dead than alive

it's it that calls the tune

we can only make believe

it chooses its quirks

its going out and coming in

such are the ways of love

And there's nothing for it.

• Artist:Jean-Jacques Goldman