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The Peasant's Moon

This peasant's moon
Is more of a moon here, than anywhere else.
It rose both big and bright:
Now, it has become yellowish.

It doesn't see a cart nor a mule anymore,
Nor the cattle as it's brought in.
If it's bored, it conceals it,
Both as high and bright as an eye.

The hen has been sleeping for long
And the boys are now in bed.
Chimène tells her half-asleep man:
'Hey, come here'.

She ignores minor things,
The moon. It wants an open countryside.
Irrigation canals, pine trees, paths, thickets:
She watches everything with an expert air.

She's a friend to the barn owl,
The frog and the marten.
(Those who sleep and those who go hunting
And those who never see that they're late).

It watches over the wind, which is always blowing
And the ever-nascent source,
And the wave on the sand
And, with a yawn, over myself.

Still, some couples
Aren't willing to go to sleep.
The old woman raises an eyebrow.
The other eyes closes: 'As for me...'

Dead tired, tucking oneself into bed,
'I don't know what some people are thinking'
One muses. 'Some are making love,
And tomorrow it's Monday.'

There are nights full of misfortune.
In an unhappy hour, a debtor
Counted money in vain, and he saw
The moon through his dormer window.

A rabbit thinks: 'That's the life!'
A dog feels a sweet desire.
The moon, always cheerful,
Pushes a cloud aside.

And she looks over the plain once again,
The mountains and far away, the sea.
'Good night', in a bad mood
Someone says (and the rooster wants to sing!)

Wealthy men: 'So much light is wasteful

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Where's my head going?

I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.

Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?

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All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself

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I think I'm tired.

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
There's nothing to be done

Strange thoughts timidly escort me to the dawn.
Who can tell me how it happened?
Why is it burning inside?
Through the stupefaction, I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
I wish I could realize something more than a shadow.
There's a lot of lies
And it can be hard
not to be deceived or to lie to your face.
Time takes its toll
I'd have given up a long time ago
But I'm in trouble

I feel like I'm tired
And I'm dragging myself down a little bit at a time.
Why is everything in spite of me again?
Not a single thing is finished
I feel like I'm tired
I feel like I'm going downhill a little bit.
Why is it all in spite of me again?
Not one thing is finished

I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired
I think I'm tired

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I've never had fun with you

I've never had fun with you.
And if you ever thought I was yours.
you were wrong, I don't care about you
And I don't care about people like you
You said I was different from them
You were wrong again, I'm not like the others.
I'm very simple and I'm not a hero.
I'll never be different

We have serious music, but...
Die.
Die, you bastard! Bastard...
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