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A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent
A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie
A chaque fois que je surprends
Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants
Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences
Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs
Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie
Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles
J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour…
?
Tu seras de retour…
(Parlé)
Des volets bleus, une maison,
Sur la jetée de Quiberon,
Les jours heureux…
Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs,
Comme une résonnance de ton absence.

Peut-être un jour dans cette allée
Reviendras-tu passer l’été
?
Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai
?
Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches
Une caresse, une présence
Comme une douce amère incertitude…

English translation :

PERHAPS ONE DAY
Each time I wait for you
In the dark streets where the wind blows
Each time, I feel this melancholy
Each time I catch
In your notebooks, our fleeting looks
All those times where our evidences dance
On the yellowed canvas of our memories
A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy
Under the big linden tree where leaves are
piling up
I'm waiting ...
Perhaps
one
day ...?
You will be back ...

(Spoken)
Blue shutters, a house,
On Quiberon
quay,
Happy Days…
Flocks of migratory birds,
Like a resonance of your absence.

Perhaps
one
day in this
alleyway
Will you come back for the summer?
Perhaps
here, tomorrow,
Perhaps
in
the month of
May?
In the glow of your sleepless nights
A caress, a presence
Like a bitter
sweet uncertainty ...

ALFREDOUn dì felice, eterea,
mi balenaste innante,
e da quel dì, tremante,
vissi d'ignoto amor.
Di quell'amor ch'è palpito
dell'universo intero,
misterioso, altero,
croce e delizia al cor.VIOLETTAAh, se ciò è ver, fuggitemi,
solo amistade io v'offro:
amar non so, né soffro
un così eroico amor.
Io sono franca, ingenua;
altra cercar dovete;
non arduo troverete
dimenticarmi allor.

When the sun comes down cold wind walking around brings a tune of despair
no more breese of faith
City still sleeping
city still crying
Since many years ago for too many lost

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling World runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
In the middle of this cold winter child want to find a note of light The night starts between
deep silence and sound of death

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely
The boy just find
the melodies of hope then glutle light
gentle arms cover him of soothing symphony

I'm creepin to the light slowly and the stars in the sky are falling world runs out slowly
and we dig our graves surely

He tries to sing
he tries to scream searchin a way to live

Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te
Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe coseCanzoni tinte di roseParole grazioseOh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesieRose c'est la vieIl cielo è sceso quiOh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetriCosì grandi, così verdi e tetriI suoi nudi celibiCosì grandi, severi e mobiliIn te
Scese quindi la mia sposaIncompresa fu la rosaCome ogni altra cosaOh baby oh baby oh