Mes Pas Dans La Neige

My footprints in the snow follow your footprints
My God, why didn't I, why didn't I know how to keep you here?
The bird in the cage no longer sings
No more, that's the advantage, but life without you

Is nothing but a bottomless well, nothing but sobs, violins
You've left a great emptiness in the house

My footsteps on the flagstones follow your footsteps
I have nothing, I have nothing if you're not here
The bird on the branch no longer sings
With its pale voice, with its pale voice, for life without you

Is a bleak season without the slightest horizon
You've forgotten the keys to the house
In the green season, when the wheat turns golden
You will be nothing more than a memory, a song