Tomorrow, at dawn ...
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will leave. You see, I know that you expect.
I'll go through the forest, go through the mountains.
I can not stay away from you any longer.
I walk with eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing outside, without hearing any noise,
Alone, unknown, back bent, hands crossed,
Sad, and the day for me will be like night.
I will not look at the gold of evening falls
Neither distant sails going down towards Harfleur
And when I arrive, I will put on your grave
A bouquet of green holly and heather in bloom.