In my sinking languor, I forget even the idea Of immediate happiness, the caresses That make angel-wings beat high in the heavens It is the beautiful sleeping one, Hypnos, who eclipses me for all men "…What is this dreary languor that penetrates my heart…" when I dream, it's of you CHORUS In your arms, I would have loved to feel loved In your arms, I would have loved to nestle And my amorous eyes do not dare open a single lash When you come close to me In your arms, I would have loved to sink In your arms, I would have loved to curl up I haven't found anything better than the embrace Of other arms much less amorous And in the arms of Morpheus I have let myself fall Plunging my solitary heart into an ephemeral sweetness "Luxury, calm and voluptuousness" are only granted After a long, very long, profound sleep A futile consolation for my succession of nights all the same