Tout s'en va [English translation]

Everything's going away, everything's dying

You don't believe in our happiness anymore

And you're losing your reason and cause

Nervous and morose, Rose, Rose

Rose, Rose, oh yes! I remember

I was what, sixteen, you maybe a little less

When you were skipping class and coming in the morning

To bring me your heart like a rosebud

Rose, Rose, love of my past

When you came to see me in my room in the attic

I thought your skin smelled of wet hay

And when I kissed you... but that's something else

Everything's going away, everything's dying

You want to close your door on my heart

I already hear the wind picking up

To dispel my dreams, Eve, Eve

Eve, Eve another memory

Who burned my heart before weakening

I thought I'd go crazy, I wanted to die

But time heals all, one day without warning

Eve, Eve who bit madly

Into the fruit of love, it breaks teeth

If you hurt me I nevertheless kept

Memories of the days... I think I digress

Everything's going away, everything's dying

I feel fear settling down inside me

You already packed your suitcase

And I realise, Lise, Lise

Lise, Lise where are you today

You who died each day to revive at night

You who walked barefoot dreaming in the rain

Loathing the sun but adoring the snow

Lise, Lise and your moving hair

Erratic, unexpected, half woman and half child

Who fell into my arms sometimes sobbing

Or laughing hard... let's see where was I?

Everything's going away, everything's dying

I'm nothing more than a shadow in your heart

And I see that inside you everything is getting ready

For other conquests... Kate, Kate

Kate, Kate of the accent I loved

Who despite her efforts as soon as she explained herself

Couldn't prevent herself from breaking French

Who despite being English was nevertheless clay

Kate, Kate had a thousand treasures

And rusty stains embellished her body

As if her parents had left her outside

Too long in the rain... fragile happiness

Everything's going away, everything's dying

But spring returns the victor

Arms loaded with dreams and flowers

And dries our tears

And sows our heart with

its grains of madness

Such is life

• Artist:Charles Aznavour
• Album:Les 50 plus belles chansons