Mes trente trois ans (إلى الإنكليزية ترجم)

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إلى الإنكليزية ترجم

My thirty-three years

Like a rain in my head,
Nostalgia repeats to me
Words of lobe and Fall...
Outside, a tree is shaking.
 
You are still a child
With your 18 years;
You laugh about your future;
You like how we breath...
 
And I, heart conqueror;
Me, the happiness seeker;
I'm all intimidated;
In front of your appeased body.
 
My thirty-three years...
Blind with your youth
And hesitating valleys
from fear to tenderness.
 
My thirty-three years...
Do you have to sing your dream?
I love you and however
I'm leaving... Sun is raising up.
 
The street is badly awake
And the exhausted sun,
Brushes the city's roofs
with a fragile cuddle.
 
Sleep tight, little thing... Sleep tight!
The eyes closed on tomorrow.
You already have to forget me
Before even having loved me.
 
My thirty-three years...
Blind with your youth
And hesitating valleys
from fear to tenderness.
 
My thirty-three years...
Did they made your dream sing?
I love you and however
I'm leaving... Sun is raising up!
 
تم نشره بواسطة SMTSMT في الثلاثاء, 19/01/2016 - 01:38
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