The young factor is dead, he was only 17 years old. It's him who came every day, arms full of all my words of love. It's him who carried in his hands the flower of love picked in your garden. He left in the blue sky like a bird, finally free and happy. And when his soul left him, a little bird somewhere sang I love you as much as I loved you, but I can't say it now. He took with him the last words I had written to you. Il n'ira plus sur les chemins, fleuries de rose et de jasmin Qui mène jusqu'à ta maison. L'amour ne peut plus voyager, il a perdu son messager. Et mon coeur est comme un prison. Il est parti l'adolescent qui t'a porté mes joies et mes tourments. L'hiver a tué le printemps, tout est fini pour nous deux maintenant. L'amour ne peut plus voyager, il a perdu son messager.