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The mirrors in the mud

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In the storm ° of an ageless wood,
Not too far ° from Poitou,
The autumn ° when I was living with you,
I saw the fine face ° of a young, wild girl
who wore a ° nice jewel,
Her green eyes ° swallowed by her red hair,
The autumn ° when I was living with you..
 
God's making pictures, up there, with the clouds,
The rain's making mirrors in the mud,
I've roamed the world for you !
 
I keep a mirage ° locked in a strange cage,
As all lunatics know° how to make..
I've roamed the world for you..
 
She was° of age° to go wandering
bare-footed on the stones
in the rivers° where the ° wolves come drinking..
As I passed by, she took all my luggage,
Followed me everywhere,
Up to the floor where I had my window,
Her green eyes swallowed in her red hair..
 
God's making pictures, up there, with the clouds,
The rain's making mirrors in the mud,
I've roamed the world for you !
 
Day after the storm, there was message:
Yes, I truly liked you..
But I don't think that now I will need you..
Her green eyes swallowed in her red hair..
 
God's making pictures, up there, with the clouds,
The rain's making mirrors in the mud,
I've roamed the world for you !
 
I keep a mirage ° locked in a strange cage,
As all lunatics know° how to make..
I've roamed the world for you..
 

Simply

Yet another lonely day
where everything comes undone.
See, I never knew
how to talk to people.
 
I feel ill-at-ease,
somewhat frightened.
Slowly, gently
I sink like a boat.
I'm a poor captain,
just a laggard
people turn their back on.
 
But if you had time
to listen to me more
and I had the proper words
to catch the images
 
I'd say to you
simply
looking at you
I'd nearly feel like
following you
quietly.
Even for a moment
I might be happy
to see you live.
 
But I just stand there
not daring to say much.
A first glass too many
in a last smile
and that's more than enough
to love you to death.
I'd like to fall asleep
slowly, gently
under the Bridge of Sighs
or in the first subway train
like a last delirium.
But if you had time
to listen to me more
and I had the proper words
to catch the images
 
I'd say to you
simply
looking at you
I'd nearly feel like
following you
quietly.
Even for a moment
I might be happy
to see you live.
 
Simply
looking at you
I'd nearly feel like
following you
quietly.
Even for a moment
I might be happy
to see you live.