Les mots (Paroles)Inspirations de Mylène Farmer
Poèmes (éditions Belin)
MF : Les mots
He put the Belt around my life -
I heard the Buckle snap -
And turned away, imperial,
My lifetime folding up -
Deliberate, as a Duke would do
A Kingdom's Title Deed -
Henceforth, a Dedicated sort -
A Member of the Cloud.
Yet not too far to come at call -
And do the little Toils
That make the Circuit of the Rest -
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine -
And kindly ask it in -
Whose invitation, know you not
For Whom I must decline?
Fixement, le ciel se tord
Quand la bouche engendre un mort
Là je donnerai ma vie pour t’entendre
Te dire les mots, les plus tendres
When all becomes all alone
I’ll break my life for a song
And to lives, that stoop to notice mine
I know I will say goodbye
But a fraction of this life
I would give anything, anytime
I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
If one swept the world away
One could touch the universe
I will tell you how the sun rose, how
We could with a word become one
Et pour tous ces mots qui blessent
Il y a ceux qui nous caressent
Qui illuminent, qui touchent l’infini
Même si le néant existe
For a fraction on this life, we
Will give anything, anytime