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Bozza (traduction en anglais)

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Take me with you and don't leave me here
'Cause I don't care about what concerns me after all
More than the pure living by good colors
By those colors that paint my eyes
 
A sun burns cold inside you, you know why
A sense of discomfort burns cold that I do not know
 
And I do not know what I lack
You give me an answer
 
In the days hide the different atmospheres
That accidentally, or perhaps not, cut the shadows
And sometimes happen between one cloud and another
Among lights and people, somewhat immaterial realities
 
Nothing of what concerns me, after all
Counts for me more than the mere and pure living by good colors
By those colors that paint the immaterial, intangible atmospheres
I come across at times, albeit by mistake, in the shadows of the days
 
A sun burns cold inside you, you know why
A sense of discomfort burns cold that I do not know
 
And I do not know what I lack
You give me an answer
 
A sun burns cold inside you, you know why
A sense of discomfort burns cold that I do not know
 
Merci !
Publié par phosphenephosphene Ven, 07/05/2021 - 13:07
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