Avec le temps [English translation]

With time ...

With time, go, everything goes away

We forget the face and we forget the voice

The heart, when it stops, there is no need

To go further, just let it go and it's all right

With time ...

With time, go, everything goes away

The other whom we loved and searched under the rain

The other whom we guessed in the bend of a glance

Between the words, between the lines, and under the blush

Of an all made-up vow that is going to sleep

With time, everything vanishes

With time ...

With time, go, everything goes away,

Even the best souvenirs get a terrible mouth

At the store, I fumble in the shelves of death,

On Saturday evening when tenderness leaves all alone

With time...

With time, go, everything goes away,

Even the best souvenirs get a terrible mouth

At the store, I fumble in the aisles of death,

On Saturday evening when tenderness goes away all alone,

With time...

With time, go, everything goes away

The other we trusted for a cold, a nothing

The other to whom we gave wind and jewellery

For whom we'd sell our soul for two pence

In front of whom we dragged ourselves along like street dogs

With time, go, everything's fine

With time ...

With time, go, everything goes away

We forget the passions, we forget the voices

That whispered the words of poor people

"Don't return too late, mostly, don't catch a cold."

With time...

With time, go, everything goes away

And we feel old and grey like a broken up horse

And we feel frozen up in a bed of hazard

And we feel all alone, perhaps, but cushy

And we feel fooled by the lost years

So really…, with time…, we don't love anymore.

• Artist:Léo Ferré
• Album:Amour Anarchie (Réédition)