Even if it's over, if we only say it today, that we say it in music. Even this beautiful chorus, I want it to be played until the end, like on the Titanic. Even sometimes at our age, we see shipwrecks, incomprehensible, even insurmountable. It must be written, even people who love each other, one day on this theme, slowly go away, to the sound of violins, without even a cry. Ah, our moments of grace, before there is no trace left. I dedicated these words to you. Ah, our beautiful hopes, before they return to the world of silence. I offer this melody. Even in transatlantic, it's far from the town hall, yet I believed in it, hard as steel. My dream is broken. The most beautiful stories, remain at the mercy of a piece of ice, that passes through the night. It's their destiny. � Even sometimes at our age, we see shipwrecks, incomprehensible, even insurmountable. In the frozen night, even if everything is erased, this last piece remains on the surface, like a dream in the water, never closed again. � Never closed again. � Never closed again. �