« Far far away from the world
Where nothing ever dies
I did this long
This sweet journey
Our souls merge
To the eternal snows
Love hid
Its true face
Oh come on don’t be wise anymore
After all what does it matter
I know the threat
Dead loves
Let’s keep the innocence
And the carelessness
From our games of yesteryear
Disturbing

Don’t have regrets
Trust me and think
To all the no ways
Indifference of the senses
Don’t have regrets
Make the promise you know that
Winter and autumn could not love each other

Standing with your head drunk
Suspended dreams
I drink to our crippled loves
In the wind that I guess
Our desperate lips
Clandestine weddings take place
Don’t open the door
You know the trap
Of all the remorse
From anathema
I don’t care about the seasons
Come, I will take you there
Where those who love each other sleep »

(Jean-Louis Murat, Mylene Farmer, Regrets)