Désolée

Sorry, my door is closed,
I stay quiet to find some peace,
My secret garden's been trampled,
I see my flowers sadly bent.
Sorry, sorry,
My door is closed.

I often tried to explain to you
How I love subtle scents,
The friendship in a few words written
On the back of a picture I kept,
Sorry, sorry,
My door is closed.

Far from me the art of great secrets
Or stubborn solitude,
I share some really sweet moments
But I avoid those where we say it all.
Sorry, sorry,
My door is closed.

And how, how can I make you hear
That in the garden of my memories
My friends aren’t there to be picked?
Only my steps lead me there.
Sorry, sorry,
My door is closed.