Je mourrai sans un bruit
Dans tes bras la camarde,

Tu cueilleras mon fruit

De ta main blafarde

Généreuse, tu donnes

l'infini du néant,

Cet air que tu fredonnes

Me prendra dans l'instant.

Tu me berceras mère,

Cajoleras, griseras

Souffleras la chimère

Que mon cœur baisera.

Le secret de ma vie

S'éteindra avec moi,

Dans tes bras alanguis

Je ne serai plus moi

I will die without a sound

In your arms grim reaper

You will pick my fruit

With your alabaster hand

Generous, you give

The infinity of the void

This air that you are humming

Will take me in a moment

You will rock me mother

Cuddle me, make me swoon

Blow the chimera towards me

That my heart will embrace.

The secret of my life

Will die with me

In your languid arms

I will no longer be me.

Male Onomatopoeia

In the rainy courtyard
In the wet wind of a summer night
A cat jumped onto the roof
Tea in a cup, hands in the wind

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes

Since you left that day
Nothing is the same
Tonight seems longer than last night
Rain makes the flowers fall

Bricks are building life,
How many cracks so fragile are here
Bright eyes once filled with dreams
Cannot open when the morning comes

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished