I know this glance well
These eyes which are closed per moments
These pensees which separent us
And that one does not divide same while revant
Fixed right towards the ocean
Dumb sorrows or races of child
Ends of life which you hide
With the shelter in your silence
What breaks my voice, I feel it
I would like so much to know
To blow like the wind
On your soft face
Fair to leave the black, disparaitre time
To break the clouds
To speak same low
Just pout you and same
Small riens
But over there
With far, you strokes
You strokes without you arreter
In water pronfondes, some share
You strokes not to run
And here low, it is already the evening
And me I wait on the bridge
Impotent and only so often
Me which likes only your voice
Small point on the horizon
I am afraid which one day you do not return
I would like so much to know
To blow like the wind
On your beautiful face
Pair to rise the hope, the richness of front
Our more beautiful pages
To speak same low
Just for you and me
You remember?
But over there
With far, you strokes
You strokes... tu strokes... tu strokes
