And now, what am I going to do with all this time? What will be my life with all these people who are indifferent to me? Now that you are gone, all these nights, why, for whom? And this morning that comes back for nothing, this heart that beats, for whom, why? Who beats too hard, too hard And now, what am I going to do? Towards what nothingness will my life slide? You left me the whole earth But the earth, without you, is small You, my friends, be kind You know that we can't do anything Even Paris dies of boredom All these streets kill me And now, what am I going to do? I'm going to laugh at it to stop crying I'm going to burn whole nights In the morning, I'll hate you And then one night, in my mirror I'll see the end of the road Not a flower and no tears At the moment of farewell I really have nothing more to do I really have nothing more to do Nothing more Nothing more