Pâle septembre [English translation]

Pale September,

How far away,

The season of skies without ashes

It will soon be time to accord

The number of days

That blankets the soil

Of October

Male so tender

At the beginning of November

Has become deaf to love’s ventures

But what folly had seized me

To fall for him?

Foul December

How heavy is the sky

Do you know how the statues of salt

Have ceased waiting for you?

Pale September

Do you hear the bell that I toll?

I will love you always, a love true

I sow the seeds of love

The seasons pass, but I implore

Let us make as if they mirror ourselves

But who is this man who falls from the tower

But who is this man who falls from the heavens?

But who is this man who is falling in love?

Pale September,

How far away,

The season of skies without ashes

It will soon be time to be heard

• Artist:Camille (France)
• Album:Le Fil (2005)