Il s'approche trop il s'éloigne trop.
Je regarde les mots sur ses lèvres. Sa bouche
remue lentement. Plus lentement. On n'entend
rien. On voit son contour changer comme dans
un miroir d'eau. Qui tremble. Sa bouche remue.
Il avance dans la voix. Ce sont des paroles qui
s'ouvrent sur ses lèvres. Gouffre. Le cercle pâle
se ferme encore.
Ses mots se font toujours plus rares, ils ne
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
I do not have more than I've wrote in me
With purple ink and from my soul a gift
Of golden words and gentle deeds will be
Enough today for losses that you grieved.
Don't beg for more, 'cause I'm renouncing all
And I am asking nothing in return;
All mighty pride and glory like a thrall
And all the comfort and the wit I've earn.
But in the end, if love will flourish white
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