Adieu - ALICE, Габриэль Форе

Comme tout meurt vite et la rose dclose,

et les frais manteaux diaprs des prs les longs soupirs,

les bienaimes, fumes.

On voit, dans ce monde lger,

changer plus vite que les flots des grves nos rves,

plus vite que le givre en fleur, nos cњurs.

A vous lґon se croyait fidle, cruelle, mais hlas!

Les plus longs amours sont courts.

Et je dis en quittant vos charmes, sans larmes,

presquґau moment de mon aveu, adieu.

How quickly everything dies and the rose unfolds,

and the fresh cloaks variegated by the meadows the long sighs,

beloved ones, smoke.

We see, in this light world,

change faster than the waves of the shores our dreams,

faster than blooming frost, our hearts.

To you we believed ourselves faithful, cruel, but alas!

The longest loves are short.

And I say leaving your charms, without tears,

almost at the time of my confession, farewell.