若い郵便屋 - Georges Moustaki translation in English

若い郵便屋

Le jeune facteur est mort
Il n'avait que 17 ans

L'amour ne peut plus voyager
Il a perdu son messager

C'est lui qui venait chaque jour
Les bras chargés de tous mes mots d'amour
C'est lui qui portait dans ses mains
La fleur d'amour cueillie dans ton jardin

Il est parti, dans le ciel bleu
Comme un oiseau enfin libre et heureux
Et quand son âme l'a quitté
Un rossignol quelque part a chanté

Je t'aime autant que je t'aimais
Mais je ne peu le dire désormais
Il a emporté avec lui
Les derniers mots que je t'avais écrit

Il n'ira plus sur les chemins
Fleuris de rose et de jasmin
Qui mènent jusqu'à ta maison

L'amour ne peut plus voyager
Il a perdu son messager
Et mon coeur est comme en prison

The Young Mailman

The young mailman has died
He was only 17

Love can no longer travel
It has lost its messenger

He was the one who came every day
His arms laden with all my words of love
He was the one who carried in his hands
The flower of love picked from your garden

He is gone, into the blue sky
Like a bird finally free and happy
And when his soul left
A nightingale sang somewhere

I love you as much as I loved you
But I can't say it anymore
He took with him
The last words I wrote to you

He will no longer go on the paths
Flowered with roses and jasmine
That lead to your house

Love can no longer travel
It has lost its messenger
And my heart is like in prison