Le Chemin des rivières traducción al Inglés

I feel the wood getting to my skin
I feel winter creeping into my soul
And my memories slowly take on water
Like a boat in the autumn wind

I feel my bones worn out from existing
I feel my hands worn out with impatience
And caresses, faded gestures
I feel my last dance coming

I've lost everything a thousand times already
Forgotten everything except a few stars
I loved everything even the damage
Even boredom, even fear

I loved everything even the sorrow
Even the pain and its tear
And the pleasure of living so much in vain
And desire, the useless torture

I feel the mist sweeping away my plains
I feel the wind bending my ships
And my formerly sovereign desires
Sleep peacefully in the hollow of my back

If I have lost the taste for shipwrecks
If I have lost the taste for chimeras
It's because I have finally become wise
I lost the way of the rivers

I looked for love, its dramas
Hell, heaven and the unexpected
I dug it all, the strange and the infamous
The flowers of evil, the poor regrets

I loved everything even the bitterness
Even absence, forgotten pain
I loved everything, the monotonous childhood
And young people with excited hearts

I feel the wood getting to my skin
I feel the stone being made in my soul
And every day is like a gift
Every morning is like a flame