Je t’aime mélancolieI LOVE YOU MELANCHOLY
Feel like longing for To see my life in bed Like an idee fixe Each time that I am told That is the bind: It grows up too fast The weed is injuring That's when I get the idea A chance to feel pity That's just my luck Gently, I'm suffering Waiting my sentence So sweet is its mouth Feel like longing for To see my life in bed Like a bad idea Haunting me at night — at night — at night I savour at night Thought of eternity Weed is injuring For it's never dying When all is grey The sorrow is my friend A long acid suicide Love you, melancholy A feeling that Leads to infinity Blending the worst , of my desire Love you melancholy When all is grey The sorrow is my friend My soul is wet, also All my being is spinning Oh please would you come It is also your friend The elixir of my ravings Love you melancholy Feel like longing for To see my life messed up Each time that I am told That it is only weed And then I say: That a savage born Does worth being esteemed After all, she often thumbs her nose At the “too well” mannered… hit out! That's just my luck Gently, I'm suffering Waiting my sentence So sweet is its mouth I have an idea Of the morality Liike a sad idea But it's never dying In sum that's it: To please jalous ones You need to be ignored But then, but then, but then, as a result God just got me all wrong, so what? Other translations of Je t’aime mélancolie. |
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