Traverser l'hiver [English translation]

While others involve themselves in love,

make unreasonable promises to one another and show off a lot,

for me the distant future is the day after tomorrow.

Petty horizon, for some obscure reason I can't see any farther.

???1

I turn my self off

people who open their hearts to me

It's not like I found that funny, no, I don't

I believe in passion, but, without explanations, I trace my steps back

That's why I'm proud, so proud that we made it through winter.

I never had enough of you, I saw nothing of the cold.

Oh I like it, I like it, I like it, it drives me to despair.

(I'm) proud and lost at the same time.

While others picture themselves as

inventors and precursors on that matter,

I have a certification for mediocrity.

I might as well skip my turn, I had and still have other priorities.

Soon as you take my hand I am a prisonner

If you whisper (sweet words) to me

I stare into space.

I don't give a tuppenny toss about the language of love

because I reject its provisions2,

for instance having a single opinion for both on all things.

That's why I'm proud, so proud that we made it through winter.

I never had enough of you, I saw nothing of the cold.

Oh I like it, I like it, I like it, it drives me to despair.

(I'm) proud and lost at the same time.

While others torment themselves in love,

negociating, arguing and lying to one another,

I break my records on a calendar3

since I'm wandering with my distant future after February

And so I'm proud, so proud that we made it through winter.

I never had enough of you, I saw nothing of the cold.

Oh I like it, I like it, I like it, it drives me to despair.

(I'm) proud and lost at the same time.

1. lit. "my heart looks into it(self) [to see] whether it drags on/elongates". Either his heart does an introspection, or it's about the horizon in the previous line. The sentence makes no sense whatsoever to me. Your guess will be as good as mine2. that's "clauses", as if the language of love was a contract. That's one lame metaphor3. a convoluted way of saying this love story lasts longer than ususal

• Artist:Gaël Faure
• Album:Regain