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Vous m'avez dit, tel soir, des paroles...

Language: French (Français)

Vous m'avez dit, tel soir, des paroles si belles
Que sans doute les fleurs, qui se penchaient vers nous,
Soudain nous ont aimés et que l'une d'entre elles,
Pour nous toucher tous deux, tomba sur nos genoux.

Vous me parliez des temps prochains où nos années,
Comme des fruits trop mûrs, se laisseraient cueillir ;
Comment éclaterait le glas des destinées,
Comment on s'aimerait, en se sentant vieillir.

Votre voix m'enlaçait comme une chère étreinte,
Et votre coeur brûlait si tranquillement beau
Qu'en ce moment, j'aurais pu voir s'ouvrir sans crainte
Les tortueux chemins qui vont vers le tombeau.

Translation(s): ENG

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Peter Low) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Text added to the website: 2010-11-01.
Last modified: 2015-03-25 23:40:03
Line count: 12
Word count: 99

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You spoke to me, that evening, with...

Language: English after the French (Français)

You spoke to me, that evening, with words of such beauty
it seemed that the flowers, as they leant towards us
loved us suddenly, and one of them dropped 
and settled on our knees, so as to touch us both.
You spoke of the times ahead when our years,
like over-ripe fruit, would let themselves be harvested;
how the knell of destinies would crack,
how we would love each other as we felt ourselves grow old.
Your voice was holding me like a beloved embrace
and your heart was burning with such tranquil beauty
that in that moment I nearly saw the paths open without fear,
the tortuous paths that lead towards the grave.

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2018 by Peter Low, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.


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Based on
  • a text in French (Français) by Émile Verhaeren (1855 - 1916), no title, appears in Les heures d'après-midi, no. 29, first published 1905
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Nadia Boulanger, Jacques de Fontenailles, Irène Fuerison, Philippe Gaubert, Stéphane Raoul Pugno. Go to the text.


Text added to the website: 2018-01-22.
Last modified: 2018-01-22 17:56:12
Line count: 12
Word count: 114