Tu me manques, tous les jours, tous les soirs
I planted your name under a plum tree
The branches spread, expressing my indescribable love to sky
Je vais traverser la rue pour te retrouver
I’ve finished the homework you left to me
I come to know how to light a cigarette, how to chat with strangers
And how to leave without disturbing others
Je me souviens de toi, comme ca
I remember some Sunday mornings
I remember some feeling of waking up
I remember some dawn of the city
I remember your long eyelashes
I remember his silent breath
I remember the light of the buildings across the street
I remember the grey pigeons on the balcony
I remember the shops in the midnight
I remember your silhouette in the theater
I remember, and I am afraid that I won’t remember.