La petite Marie

Just as I was crossing the street,
Someone bumped into my view
And said to me point-blank:
"Did you know little Marie,
So young, and especially so pretty?
Well, she’s been gone since this morning..."
"But how? That’s horrifying!"
"It’s worse than that: it’s unbelievable!"
"Just yesterday… and today..."
"Yeah, that’s it... It’s all over..."
Then I thought about us,
About the little stories that mean nothing,
About things that blow up
Only in our imagination.
It’s not much, a great love.
Oh no, really, it doesn’t weigh much.
As long as we part on a fight
And pride gets in the way,
We each go our separate ways,
Just look at what can happen to you…

I see her again, little Marie.
My God, how beautiful she was.
There are really unfortunate blows.
She had everything to be happy.
Of course, she’s not unhappy…
But him who’s left, that’s the awful part.
What’s he going to do with his days
And all his nights, and his years?
Just yesterday… and today…
Their beautiful story, it’s over.
Then I think about us,
About the little stories that mean nothing,
About things that blow up
Only in our imagination.
How did I leave you this morning?
We wanted to act tough.
We parted on a fight
And played the game of hearts in battle,
So you went your way.
I hope nothing happened to you...

My God, have mercy on me.
Ask me for anything,
But him, above all, let him be mine...

Oh, my darling, you were there...
I was talking to myself, as you see...
My love, hold me in your arms.
No… don’t say anything… That’s right, be quiet.
Do you remember little Marie?
The girl who loved life so much...
Well, she’s been gone since this morning.
Yes, as you say, it’s horrifying...
It’s worse than that, it’s unbelievable...
Hold me tighter against you...
Darling… How good I feel in your arms.