Prière Pour Rester Belle

As sure as the Sun burns
In the fall, my rose will wither
I already see myself growing old
I see myself, yes
But do not recognize me
To all the gods
To all the skies
I beg you, leave it to me
The blush that makes me beautiful
I beg you, that's all I have

My skin is no longer as soft as yesterday
And my song, less ardent than before
My gaze, once strong and proud
Hesitates, hesitates and cannot decide
To all the gods
To all the skies
I beg you, leave it to me
This beauty of which I was queen
I beg you, leave it to me
My hands trembling with being human
I offer them to you as a gift
Since I have nothing else
To plead to the eternal

To all the gods
To all the skies
A little longer, leave it to me
This beauty, serene weapon
The time of this life will suffice
Or swear to me that I am more than that
Yes, speak to me of this thing that spans the ages
Tell me: Your soul is immortal
This body is nothing, it is only it that will age
To all the gods
To all the skies
Hear this prayer
If my mask must turn to stone
Let my fire of joy not extinguish