As soon as tears fall, poetry sings a song, Body strains the drops and gives them breath, World stops around: no sound, cheers no long, Whirlwind insults "la Petit Mort", signs of dearth.
Your bright eyes reveal traces of light Contempling the tears in the tarnished face ( that ): Altough may be deformed, shows authentic sights Of weakness and defeat by frustation and grace.
Sweet young lady, "Liaisons" decorate your beauty-dress "Broderies" fasten your shining arms. It is me who dresses you and, within myself, I own your cloth.
But she will fade as mortality re-emerges. Clothes are now "noir", long black retails of the song. Silence. Cold. Rain. A bitter drop drains the sad leaf as tears fall!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.