I had been writing songs – and I still do.
These songs are not for any music, dear.
They are love-songs, about me and you,
The songs of heart that I continue hearing.
I thought I finished, I explained and said
All that I could about feelings and emotions,
But I can’t stop, and still I’m feeling sad.
I’m trying to explain… and here goes my notion.
I’m pleased by sadness of the love…
That’s true; this feeling is so pleasant,
That I don’t want to lose it. Is it stuff?
I wonder. I reflect. It hasn’t
Left me alone, and still I’m thinking about you.
I said I didn’t feel my love, and that is also true,
But I am really unable to forget you,
And I continue thinking after we are through.
And still I listen for “L’été indien”…
The words “je t’aime” are not actual for me,
But there’re other reasonable sayings,
Like “où es-tu” and “que fais-tu”, they seem to be
The explanations of my feeling which is staying.
I can get rid of love I felt to you,
But I’m unable to feel nothing to your living,
Your destiny, your path… My dreams would not come true,
But I’ll continue thinking, wondering and dreaming.
If you have trouble you can count upon me.
I will support you in whatever situation.
By now I'll be trying to be near and to be
At least a friend – without continuation.