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