Les Chemins de l'amour

The paths that lead to the sea

Have retained from our passing

The flowers that shed their petals

And the echo beneath their trees

Of our clear laughter.

Alas! no trace of those happy days,

Those radiant joys now flown,

Can I find again

In my heart.

Paths of my love,

I search for you ceaselessly,

Lost paths, you are no more

And your echoes are muted.

Paths of despair,

Paths of memory,

Paths of our first day,

Divine paths of love.

If one day I must forget,

Since life obliterates everything,

I wish for my heart to remember one thing,

More vivid than the other love,

To remember the path

Where trembling and quite distracted,

I one day felt on me your passionate hands.