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Loin des yeux du monde,
La mer est profonde,
Les palmiers sont hauts,
Les sables sont chauds.
...
S'il te faut les endroits calmes
Où tout chante et tout bénit,
Viens au fond du bois des palmes,
Avec moi, choisir un nid,
Un nid où, morts pour la foule,
Nous vivrons pour l'eau qui coule,
Pour le ramier qui roucoule
À l'heure où le jour finit.
S'il te faut les endroits mornes
Où le corps est châtié,
Allons au désert sans bornes,
Sous le ciel sans pitié ;
T'ayant là, je serai forte ;
Mourir ! mourir ! que m'importe,
Si je partage, étant morte,
Ton sépulcre par moitié !
Loin des yeux du monde,
La mer est profonde,
Les palmiers sont hauts,
Les sables sont chauds.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-5 of the original text.
Composition:
- Set to music by Claude Achille Debussy (1862 - 1918), "Flots, palmes, sables", L. 38/(25) (1882), stanzas 1,3-5 [ voice and piano and harp ]
Text Authorship:
- by Armand Renaud (1836 - 1895), "Flots, palmes, sables", appears in Les nuits persanes, in 5. La solitaire
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Garrett Medlock) , "Swells, palms, sands", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Research team for this page: Emily Ezust [Administrator] , José Ignacio Sanz
This text was added to the website: 2013-03-14
Line count: 32
Word count: 164
Far from the eyes of the world
the sea is deep,
the palm trees are tall,
the sands are hot.
...
If you need calm places
where all sings and all blesses,
come to the depths of the woods of the palms,
with me, choose a nest,
a nest where, dead because of the crowd,
we live by the water that flows,
by the wood pigeon that coos
at the hour where the day ends.
If you need gloomy places
where the body is punished,
let us go to the boundless desert,
underneath the merciless sky;
having you there, I will be strong.
Death! death! what does that matter to me
if I share, dead being,
half of your sepulcher.
Far from the eyes of the world
the sea is deep,
the palm trees are tall,
the sands are hot.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-5 of the original text.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2019 by Garrett Medlock, (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.
Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Armand Renaud (1836 - 1895), "Flots, palmes, sables", appears in Les nuits persanes, in 5. La solitaire
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This text was added to the website: 2019-01-09
Line count: 32
Word count: 141