Toi la femme mariée [English translation]

You come often to my home

At nightfall

You come to find me again

And we make love

You come to forget

Your everyday life

You leave on my bedsheets

Your perfume, your odor,

Your lips on my skin

Instead of the heart

I can dream about you

Because your life is far away

You - the married woman

Who I love and who I like

You who is not mine

Who comes and goes

The girl of my pleasure,

The woman of my torment,

The lady of my thoughts,

Who knows that I'm waiting for her

You come often to my home

At nightfall

You come to find me again

And we make love

You come to forget

Your everyday life

We talk about leaving

We talk about travelling

My bedroom is a boat

Where we are a shipwreck

But our distant islands

Are lost countries

You - the married woman

Who I love and who I like

You who is not mine

Who comes and goes

The girl of my pleasure,

The woman of my torment,

The lady of my thoughts,

Who knows that I'm waiting for her

So you go back home

Because it's already time

We tell each other "see you later"

And you hold back your cries

So you go back home

Because your life is far away

• Artist:Charles Dumont