La Dernière Minute

When I have understood everything, lived everything down here,
When I am so old that I no longer want myself,
When the skin of my life is carved with roads,
And traces and sorrows, and laughs and doubts,
Then I will just ask for one more minute...

When there is nothing left to capsize and hurt,
And when even the sorrows seem like a caress,
When I see my death right at the foot of my bed,
When I see it smiling at my so small life,
I will say to it "listen! Just give me one more minute..."

Just one more minute, just one more minute,
To make myself beautiful or for a cigarette,
Just one more minute, just one more minute,
For one last thrill, or for one last gesture,
Just one more minute, just one more minute,
To tidy up the memories before the great winter,
Just one more minute... without reason and without purpose.

Since my life is nothing, then I want it all.
Completely, entirely and in all its detours,
Since my life is nothing, then I ask for more,
I want more added to it,
Sixty little seconds for my last minute.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock