by
Eugène Émile Paul Grindel (1895 - 1952), as Paul Éluard
Un oiseau s'envole
Language: French (Français)
Available translation(s): ENG GER LIT
Un oiseau s'envole,
Il rejette les nues comme un voile inutile
il n'a jamais craint la lumière,
Enfermé dans son vol,
Il n'a jamais eu d'ombre.
Coquilles des moissons brisées par le soleil.
Toutes les feuilles dans les bois disent oui,
Elles ne savent dire que oui,
Toute question, toute réponse
Et la rosée coule au fond de ce oui.
Un homme aux yeux légers décrit le ciel d'amour.
Il en rassemble les merveilles
Comme des feuilles dans un bois,
Comme des oiseaux dans leurs ailes
Et des hommes dans le sommeil.
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Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Serge Nigg (1924 - 2008), "Un oiseau s'envole", published 1989, first performed 1987 [ soprano and piano or orchestra ], from cantata Du clair au sombre. Cantate sur des poèmes de P. Éluard, no. 2, Éd. Gérard Billaudot [sung text not yet checked]
- by Francis Poulenc (1899 - 1963), "Georges Braque", FP 161 no. 3 (1956), published 1957 [ medium voice and piano ], from Le Travail du peintre, no. 3, Éd. Max Eschig [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Peter Low) , "Georges Braque", copyright © 2000, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Julia Henning) , "Georges Braque", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , copyright © 2022, (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.
Line count: 15
Word count: 92
Georges Braque
Language: English  after the French (Français)
The bird takes wing,
it throws off the clouds like a useless veil;
it has never feared light;
enclosed in its flight,
it has never had a shadow.
All the forests' leaves (the husks
of harvests shattered by the sun) say yes;
the only word they know is yes;
it's every question, every reply,
and the dew flows deep inside that yes.
A quick-eyed man describes the heaven of love.
He collects its wonders,
such as leaves in a forest,
birds in their wings
and people in their sleep.
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 15
Word count: 90