Original Title: "Ballade en Novembre"
Year: 1967
Leave me to my memories
Leave me to my dead loves
It's time to close the door
It's getting time to go to sleep
I wasn't always well attired
I had the hair in the eyes
But this is how he took me
I think that he loved me a little
It's raining
On the garden, on the shore
And if I have water in the eyes
That's because it's raining over my face
The North wind which piles up
Has fun alone in my hair
I wasn't always very beautiful
But I think that he loved me a little
My dress still has its mends
And I still have the hair all over the place
But that's how he took me
I think that I loved him a lot
It's raining
On the garden, on the shore
And if I have water in the eyes
That's because it's raining over my face
If I have melted so many candles
Since the time we saw each other
And if I remain faithful to him
What good does me so much virtue?
Leave me to my dead loves!
Leave me to my memories
But before closing the door
Leave me the time to laugh about it
The time to try to smile about it
It's raining
On the garden, on the shore
And if I have water in the eyes
That's because it's raining over my face
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