Paris au mois d'août [English translation]

Swept away by September,

Our summertime love

Sadly comes apart

And dies, in the past tense

Even though I expected it,

My heart empties itself of everything

It could even be mistaken

For Paris in the month of August

Of tears and laughter,

Our love was made

And, fearing the worst,

It lived one day at a time

Every street, every stone

Seemed to belong to us only

We were alone on this Earth,

In Paris, in the month of August

To tell you that I love you,

No matter how far you are,

A part of me

Still clings on to you

And the other part, lonesome,

Looks everywhere

For the blinding light

Of Paris in the month of August

May God make it so that my dream

Of still finding some remnants

Of the month of August on your lips,

Of Paris in your eyes,

Becomes reality and rekindles

Our somewhat crazy love

So that everything may start again

In Paris, in the month of August

• Artist:Charles Aznavour