Elaeudanla TeïTéïA

On my portable Remington
I wrote your name, Lætitia
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa
Lætitia, the following days
Alas, are not the same
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa

It's my pain that I nurture
By striking those eight letters
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa
It's a very sickly flower
I touch it with the tips of my fingers
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa

If I have to drift away
I'm willing to do it for you
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa
In the end, my reason
Gets lost in those eight letters
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa

On my portable Remington
I wrote your name, Lætitia
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa
Elaeudanla TeïTéïa