With time (Avec le temps)

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
One forgets the face, and one forgets the voice.
The heart, when it doesn’t beat anymore,
Is not worth going to seek any further;
Just let it be, it’s all well...

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
The other whom one adored, whom one sought under the rain,
The other whom one recognized with the turn of a glance,
Amongst the lines, amongst the words, and under the guise
Of a made-up oath on its way to make its night...
With time, everything fades.

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
Even the dearest of memories have their own frowns.
In the gallery I search amongst the rays of death
For the Saturday evening when tenderness went all by itself...

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
The other in whom one believed--for a cold, for nothing--
The other to whom one gave breath and jewels,
For whom one had sold their heart for some meager change,
In front of whom one trailed as dogs do...
With time, all goes well.

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
One forgets the passions, and one forgets the voices
That told you softly the words of poor folk,
“Don’t be too late, but above all, don’t catch a cold.”

With time,
With time goes, everything goes its way...
One feels bleached like a drained horse,
And one feels frozen in a bed of chance,
And one feels all alone, perhaps, but it’s alright;
One feels flogged by the lost years...
But really,
With time, one loves no more.

-Leo Férré