I so wish you'd remember
That song was yours
It was your favorite, I think
It's by Prévert and Kosma
And every time, "The Dead Leaves"
Bring you back to my memory
Day after day, dead loves
Never stop dying
With others, of course, I give myself up
But their song is monotonous
And little by little I grow indifferent
There's nothing to be done about it
Because every time, "The Dead Leaves"
Bring you back to my memory
Day after day, dead loves
Never stop dying
Can we ever know where it begins
And when indifference ends
Autumn passes, winter comes
And when Prévert's song
That song, "The Dead Leaves"
On that day, my dead loves
On that day, my dead loves