Sound

To those who were left behind

In cold foreign lands

By their compatriots

By their friends

By their sons

The sound  of this wind

Around you

Is the sound of my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

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Rouge

Immense et rouge

Au-dessus du Grand Palais
Le soleil d’hiver apparaît
Et disparaît
Comme lui mon coeur va disparaître
Et tout mon sang va s’en aller
S’en aller à ta recherche
Mon amour
Ma beauté
Et te trouver
Là où tu es.

by J. Prevert

 

Immense and red
Above the Grand Palais
The winter sun appears
And disappears
The way my heart will disappear
And all my blood will go
Will go to look for you
My love
My beauty
And find you
There  wherever  you are.

 

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