Des Feux de Joie

What I like best is autumn
The season when we cut wood
You shouldn't be surprised
If I burned everything in my house

I am not, alas
The girl you think I am
I like chopping with an axe
Before the arrival of the great cold

What I like best is autumn
The season when everything tumbles down
The dead leaves, you see
I don't pick them up

I like it when everything flies away
When everything shatters
You shouldn't be surprised
If I burned everything in my house

I might as well tell you that of my sorrows
I've made so many bonfires
So many unknown arms where I wander
Where I sometimes end up

Alas, I wasn't
The girl you were hoping for
I chopped everything up with an axe
Before the arrival of the great cold