Mourir vieux [English translation]

Your ebony curls

Facing the ocean

Behold the plain

Lightly touched by the wind

Under the brown pearls

And the ivory skies

In the seas, in the dunes

Where we come and sit

We shall take time

To see everything

To love every moment

As if on a last evening

I wish I may die old

In your silk arms

Under a rainy sky

So that we may drown

I have a single wish

Before the hereafter

It's your salt, your fire

To burn my voice

We shall say never

We shall say always

As in pig Latin

We shall make love

We shall break the chains

Of our golden jails

Of the garden of Eden

To cheat death

We shall fly away

All up there

To borrow the moons

And sink in the waters

I wish I may die old

In your silk arms

Under a rainy sky

So that we may drown

I have a single wish

Before the hereafter

It's your salt, your fire

To burn my voice

In the orange fields

Of Galicia and Andalusia

We shall be happy together

With delights and fruits

Going to sleep at dawn

Satisfied with life

In the blue, in the purple

Of an everlasting night

I wish I may die old

In your silk arms

Under a rainy sky

So that we may drown

I have a single wish

Before the hereafter

It's your salt, your fire

To burn my voice

• Artist:Tim Dup