Je ne peux plus rien dire
Ni rien faire pour lui.
Il est mort de sa belle
Il est mort de sa mort belle
Dehors
Sus l'arbre de la Loi
En plein silence
En plein paysage
Dans l'herbe.
Il est mort inaperçu
En criant son passage
En appelant
En m'appelant.
Mais comme j'étais loin de lui
Et que sa voix ne portait plus
Il est mort seul dans la bois
Sous son arbre d'enfance.
Et je ne peux plus rien dire
Ni rien faire pour lui.
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- ENG English (Laura Claycomb) , "In the grass", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: John Burke
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 19
Word count: 86
I can not say anything more
nor do anything else for him.
He is dead from his beautiful one
He is dead from his beautiful death.
Outside
On the tree of the Law
In total silence
In the middle of the landscape
in the grass.
He died, unnoticed
Crying out his passage
Calling out
Calling out to me.
But because I was far away from him
And his voice didn't carry any more
He died alone in the forest
under the tree of his youth.
And I can not say anything more
Nor do anything else for him.
