Sie [English translation]

She has the face that often only shows

how many faces it hides

she has the colors that May can barely accomplish.

She can be gentle as the wind

she can hurt like a child,

can make my pain curdle

and be each day that succeeds.

She is the chapter that shapes me

the wave that carries me on

That determines my highs, my lows.

She is every measure with which one measures,

the forgotten bruise

the shore to which one, as one is

swims towards.

She, if you saw her as I see her,

I think it would hurt, not to love her

she is the sky1 to which morning beckons.

She is familiar to me, like old photos are

for their flaws one is blinded by love

that one carries thither where time does not penetrate.

She is what I have, what I am

my loss and my gain

with a face one cannot exaggerate.

She is the unwritten poem

waiting to be written by me

one that would have to simply go something like this:

I love her, her, oh, her.

1. "Blau" means "blue".

• Artist:Charles Aznavour