Dis, quand reviendras-tu ? [English translation]

Tell me, when will you return?

How many nights, How many days.

They are so, so long and you're far, far away,

You promised this trip would be the last.

No more heart's torn sails on a shipwrecked mast

In spring, we will be together again,

And spring is for love whispering under the moon,

And together we'll smell fresh flowers in bloom,

As we stroll arm in arm down Paris streets soon.

Tell me, when will you return?

Tell me, at the least don't you know

That all these moments passing

Will hardly ever remain.

That all these moments lost

Will never come again

Spring has long since fled almost ready to return.

Dry leaves they crackle, the wood fires they burn.

Paris in autumn is so beautiful and serene

But here I am listless, shivering as if in a dream

Reeling and stomach heaving just like love's old refain

Now going now coming feet heavy as lead

And I'm so so love sick, and I'm so sick of you,

Your image it still haunts me, 'n I speak like one dead,

Tell me, when will you return?

Tell me, at the least don't you know

That all these moments passing

Will hardly ever remain.

That all these moments lost

Will never come again

Whether I love you now, whether I love you in arrears

Whether it's you I love in love, whether I love you only,

If you don't see that you must return to me

Then we two 'll be one of love's souvenirs.

And I 'll be on my way where the world's wonders are

And I'll hitch my poor heart to another bright star,

I am not one of those sorts who die of untold grief

And the virtue of sailor's wives has never been my brief.

Tell me, when will you return?

Tell me, at the least don't you know

That all these moments passing

Will hardly ever remain.

That all these moments lost

Will never come again

• Artist:Barbara
• Album:Dis, quand reviendras-tu ? (1964)