Les feuilles mortes (English translation)
Oh, I wish you'd remember.
Happy days when we were friends.
In those days life was better,
And the sun hotter than today.
Dead leaves are picked up by the shovel.
You see, I haven't forgotten...
Dead leaves are picked up by the shovel,
Memories and regrets too
And the north wind carries them away
In the cold night of oblivion.
See, I haven't forgotten
The song you used to sing me.
It's a song that looks like us.
You loved me and I loved you
And we both lived together,
You who loved me, I who loved you.
But life separates those who love each other,
Slowly, quietly and quietly
And the sea erases on the sand
the footsteps of broken lovers
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