Because it's been six years,
because there is still nothing on the planet,
nothing as sweet as a room
for two, if it's yours and mine;
because even time, that poor relative
who's seen better days,
seems to favor happiness today,
let us sing out, joy!

The echo of days of pleasure,
desire, music recalled
in the heart, that I've barely put
into my poems, so as not to be romantic,
all the perfume, the unfaithful past,
that which was sweet and brings nostalgia,
don't you see how it sinks in the reality that then
you dreamed of and I dreamed of?