Dead leaves..

Oh! I would like as much as you remember
The happy days where we were friends.
In this time the life was more beautiful,
And the sun more burning than today.
The dead leaves collected with the shovel.
You see, I did not forget...
The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also
And the wind of North carries them
In the cold night of the lapse of memory.
You see, I did not forget
The song that you sang me.

This is a song which resembles to us.
You, you loved me and I loved you
And we lived both together,
You who loved me, me who loved you.
But the life separate those which love themselves,
All softly, without making noise
And the sea erases on the sand
The Steps of  divided lovers.

The dead leaves collected with the shovel,
The memories and the regrets also

But my quiet and faithful love

Smiles always and thanks the life

I loved you so much, you was so pretty.

Why do you want that I forget you ?

In this time, the life was more beautiful

And the sun more burning than today.

You were my softer friend

But I don't have only to make regrets

And the song than you sang,

Always, always I will hear it !

YVES MONTAND - Les Feuilles Mortes