Et si vieillir m’était contéAnd If Growing Old Was Told To Me
The night with it’s gloved fingers Unfinished image Soon the moon is full The night with it’s fingers so frail Sculpts the the dawn and the sky God, this woman is beautiful The night with it’s fairy fingers Flowered the image Of a transitioning happiness But I saw the swept away being She did not know how to love herself Time did it’s ravages And if growing old was told to me Would I be here to love you Other nights come to an end and life Gave everything, took everything back The night with it’s iron fingers Has destroyed the flesh With it’s cruel rust When time has dumped It’s familiar smile It’s a step towards dust Other translations of Et si vieillir m’était conté. |
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