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Nos souvenirs, toutes ces choses Qu'à tous les vents nous effeuillons Comme des pétales de roses Ou des ailes de papillons, Ont d'une joie évanouie Gardé tout le parfum secret, Et c'est une chose inouïe Comme le passé reparait. A de certains moments il semble Que le rêve dure toujours Et que l'on soit encore ensemble Comme au temps des défunts amours ; Pendant qu'à demi l'on sommeille, Bercé par la vague chanson D'une voix qui charme l'oreille, Sur les lèvres voltige un nom. Et cette heure où l'on se rappelle Son cœur follement dépensé, Est comme un frissonnement d'aile Qui s'en vient du joyeux passé.
Authorship
- by Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Ernest Amédée Chausson (1855 - 1899), "Nos souvenirs", op. 8 no. 4 (1888), published 1910 [voice and piano], from Quatre poèmes de Bouchor, no. 4. [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Els nostres records", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Faith J. Cormier) , "Our memories", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Els nostres records, totes aquestes coses que a tots els vents esfullem com pètals de roses o ales de papallones, d’un goig esvanit, han guardat tot el perfum secret, i és una cosa inaudita com el passat reapareix. En alguns moments sembla que el somni durés per sempre i que estiguéssim encara junts com en el temps dels amors difunts; Mentre que mig dormisquegem, bressolats per la vaga cançó d’una veu que l’orella encisa, als llavis voleteja un nom. I en aquesta hora, quan recordem el nostre cor bojament consumit, és com la frisança d’una ala que arriba del joiós passat.
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- Translation from French (Français) to Catalan (Català) copyright © 2016 by Salvador Pila, (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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- a text in French (Français) by Maurice Bouchor (1855 - 1929)
This text was added to the website: 2016-06-30
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