Girl it is nothing - (English Translation)
Girl it is nothing
If you feel scorn
Girl it is nothing
Tomorrow you will have forgotten
It was full of promise
But now he leaves you
It was full of memories
And now you want to die
Girl laugh loud
Now you see the dawn
Girl laugh loud
You will see his golden sun
It was full of caresses
Now he hurts you
There were so many smiles
Now nothing but sighs
Girl come with me
I love you if you’ll believe me
Girl come with me
Love will be our law
Don’t be so down
Love is not always roses
Don’t be so down
You’ll love me if you dare
Girl I believe
It’s the last tear
Girl I believe
One day you’ll be a woman
If you wish
I’ll take you by the hand
If you wish
We’ll have beautiful mornings
We’ll have beautiful mornings
We’ll have beautiful mornings
The Rain - (English Translation)
The rain has not fallen
For at least an eternity
For an eternity
The rain has not caressed me
The warm earth of Summer
Gives off its moist perfume
The fragile flowers in the meadows
Bend under the shower
The sky hasn’t deigned
To cry a little for humanity
Since an eternity
Our hearts and souls have been dry
The fine droplets on your breast
Caress you better than my hands
The droplets on your side
Follow a tantalising path
The storm hasn’t growled
For at least an eternity
Since an eternity
It hasn’t dazed me
The overripe fruits of Summer
Are splattered on the ground
The dust left by time
Is washed away by the waters
The sky hasn’t deigned
To help relieve our indolence
Flakes of my sadness - (English Translation)
Flakes of my sadness
Infiltrate my soul
And like so many caresses
Put out my flame
She closes her arms on my heart
Like silver she offers her cold
She leaves the last pleasure
Of the year which will die
The mist of my memories
Breathes its last sigh
She was where the chorus
Of the wind was faraway
She leaves the last pleasure
Of the year which will die
The present cannot save me
It is taken by the sands of the past
The ballerinas of my sad life
Change their silent appearance
She leaves the last pleasure
Of the year which will die
She leaves the last pleasure
Of the year which will die
The Stamps - (English Translation)
There was a man alone
They said he was a little remote
He always walked with small steps
Never replying to a “Good Day”, why?
People thought he was a little gloomy
I knew him as a lover of paper
He was a quiet man
Felt hat and walking cane
Timidly he took his walks
And at five each day drank his English tea
People said he had no friends
Yet he knew not boredom in his life
His wife had long before died
He had no children of any kind
The only company he knew,
Small pieces of paper with stamps
All his life he searched
For the rare stamp he dreamt of
Every evening he looked at them
And rediscovered anew their charms
With tenderness he passed his fingers
Over the cold pieces of paper
And all his thousands of grandchildren
Gave him no distress
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