A sa façon de le regarder, il était évident qu'elle l'aimait, à sa manière de rire à ce qu'il lui chuchotait,
Un amour de vacances se disait-elle, sans doute,
Je n'en restais pour le moins, que le témoin anonyme du baiser passionné qu'il lui laissa.
(Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read you palm
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home.
Chorus: So long Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Well, you know that I love to live with you,
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angel
And then the angels forget to pray for us.
We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark.
Your letters say that you are beside me now
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone.
For now I need your hidden love
I'm cold as a new razor blade
You left when I told you I was curious
I never said that I was brave.
O you are really such a pretty one
I see you've gone and changed your name again
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside
To wash my eyelids in the rain.)