Souffrir par toi n'est pas souffrir [English translation]

If someday you want to come back

Without words, without tears, without even smiling

Carelessly and without holding you

Without glorifying the past for the rest of the future...

The night when I see you smiling

In that photo that means nothing

Above your old lamp that shook and fell over

You come into my memories, grimacing

Now, like before,

Softly, without paling, without lying, without suffering...

Today, I tell you:

To suffer for you is not to suffer,

It's like dying or making people laugh

It is to distance oneself from the world of the living

In the forest, to see only the dead tree...

Since you will surely come one day

In this room that's losing its time

Let us never speak again of our deserts

And if you stay I will set the table

Now, like before,

Softly, without paling, without lying, without suffering...

Today, I tell you:

All of the journeys mean nothing

I know the things that will make you laugh

I who have lazily accumulated memories,

They are your old sweaters that I caress

Now, like before, softly

Let's stay with this for the rest of our lives,

Today, stay here.

• Artist:Isabelle Boulay
• Album:Les grands espaces (2011)