Affichage des articles dont le libellé est Polyphrène. Afficher tous les articles
Affichage des articles dont le libellé est Polyphrène. Afficher tous les articles

dimanche 20 juin 2010

Un an !

Pas de traduction de Polyphrène, aujourd’hui : dans son esprit, inondé par la tristesse, les mots, les idées, les mélodies se bousculent et s’entremêlent, de ces chansons qui racontent son histoire :

You are always on my mindI lost my hard headed womanI am looking for someone with a shoulder to cry onher eyes crying in the rainI knew we’d never meet againI am on this sea of tears  - I miss those arms that held meI still have not learnt how to listen to a sound like the sun going down - And I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterdayI look for her in everyone - Who in the sunshine, who in the night time - When evening falls so hard - Because you were mine, I walk the line - If I could have the time again - Then why do I feel alone? - And that leaving's going to get me down - For you are beautiful, and I have loved you dearly, more dearly than the spoken word can tell - And it’s deeper than sorrow, this darkness she’s left in my heart - For I knew everything I touched would wither and would die, and Love is all that will remain and grow from all these seeds - Memories are made of this - I don't like it but I guess things happen that way - You look so cold tonight, your lips feel like winter, your skin has turned to white - If I never loved I never would have cried - I can’t believe my heart when it implies that you are not there - But if you want, I'll try to love again - Oh, I believe in yesterday - We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when - Yesterday is dead and gone and tomorrow is out of sight - Something has been broken and it feels permanent - I've been running through these promises to you that I made and I could not keep - And I'll meet you further on up the road - The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams - All the useless things my hands have done - But I feel so close to everything that we lost - From bitter searching of the heart - After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same