Les feuilles mortes

La chanson de Prévert (Prévert's Song)

Oh how I'd like you to remember
This song was yours
It was your favorite
I believe
It's by Prévert and
Kosma*

With others of course I give up
But their song is monotonous
And little by little I lose in
Terest
For that there isn't anything
To do

Can you ever know where the beggining
And end of indifference is
The autumn passes and brings
Winter
And nothing but Prévert's
Song

That song, DEAD LEAVES
Wipes itself from my memory
And on that day
My dead loves
Will have finished dying

Oh je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Cette chanson était la tienne
C'était ta préférée
Je crois
Qu'elle est de Prévert et
Kosma

Avec d'autres bien sûr je m'abandonne
Mais leur chanson est monotone
Et peu à peu je m'in-
Diffère
A cela il n'est rien
A faire

Peut-on jamais savoir par où commence
Et quand finit l'indifférence
Passe l'automne vienne
l'hiver
Et que la chanson de
Prévert

Cette chanson, LES FEUILLES MORTES
S'efface de mon souvenir
Et ce jour là
Mes amours mortes
En auront fini de mourir

*The Prévert in question is the grand poet of the post war years, Jaques Prévert. The music was written by a Hungarian, Joseph Kosma, who often worked with Prévert musically interpretting many of his texts. One of their songs, often known in English as "Autumn Leaves," lends its tune to this one.