From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Our friends are departing
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums

Death in brackets, our Dulcineas
From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Other flowers do what they can

From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Men cry while women wail
I'm coming, I'm coming

But I would have liked
One more time to haul my bones
Towards the sun, towards summer

Towards spring, towards tomorrow
I'm coming, I'm coming
But I would have liked

One more time to see if the river
Is still a river, To see if the port
Is still a port, To see me there again

I'm coming, I'm coming
But why me? Why now?
Why already and Where to I go?

I'm coming
Of course I'm coming
I have never done anything else but arrive


From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Each time more alone

From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
Each time more numerous
I'm coming, I'm coming

But I would have liked
One more time to take love
Like one takes the train to be more alone

To be elsewhere. To be content.
I'm coming, I'm coming
But what I would have dearly loved once more

To fill a trembling body with stars
And fall down dead consumed with passion
My heart in ashes

I'm coming, I'm coming
It's not you who is early
It's now me... It's now me who is late

I'm coming, Of course I'm coming
Have I ever done anything... anything but arrive?
I'm coming

I'm coming
I'm coming