Tombe la neige

The snow is falling
You won't come tonight
The snow is falling
And my heart is dressed in black
This silky procession
All in white tears
The bird on the branch
Mourns the magic

You won't come tonight
My desperation cries out to me
But the snow is falling
Imperturbable carrousel

The snow is falling
You won't come tonight
The snow is falling
All is white with desperation
Sad certainty
The cold and the absence
This hateful silence
White loneliness...

I love, when the wind teases us
When it plays in your hair
When you act like a ballerina
To follow it in graceful steps
I love when you come back delighted
To throw yourself at my neck
When you act like a little girl
To sit on my knees
I love the calm twilight
When it settles stealthily
But I love at to hope gullible
I love your hand that reassures me
When I lose myself in the dark
And you voice is the murmur
Of the source of hope
I love when your misty eyes
Create a blanket of softness for me
And like on a feather cushion
My forehead poses itself on your heart

If I forget you during the day
I spend my nights cursing you
And when the moon withdraws
My soul is empty and my heart heavy

At night, you appear so huge to me
I reach out to seize you
But you delight
In jeering at my advances

At night, I go crazy, I go crazy

And then your laughter tears through the darkness
And I don't know where to seek anymore
When everything falls silent, I feel hopeful again
And get caught up in loving you again

Sometimes you come back transiently to me
And you call to taunt me
But every time, my blood freezes,
Your laughter dispels it all

At night, I go crazy, I go crazy