No, it is not the night which strikes at your windows
They are butterflies escaped from my pen
Who fly towards you  and call you when  
The stars light up, they are my faithful heralds.

Do'nt imprison yourself behind infernal bars,
From this cloister where bitterness flourishes,
My love is so great and I hear  your wishes :
I will cross these walls even if very high they are.

I want to take you to the other side of the world
Do you want it ? I hope just a word
And you will see the sun emerge in the morning.

We will make our layer at the top of a dune
To listen to the sea and to admire the moon,
And you will shudder at the caresses of the wind.