(Marc PAGES)
Across one way,
Was lying down a quite old man.
My heavy treads,
Beat like his last sighs ;
While the autumn covered his body,
Of one sweet and light death.
Divine rain,
On your head.
Remember, shivers, then gloom
We call me november.
The...
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(Marc PAGES)
Across one way,
Was lying down a quite old man.
My heavy treads,
Beat like his last sighs ;
While the autumn covered his body,
Of one sweet and light death.
Divine rain,
On your head.
Remember, shivers, then gloom
We call me november.
The empty look
Shaking under the dead leaves.
His soul took root forever
In my passing blow.
The time of one dark season,
For my invitation to the blues.
Give me, please.
Some despair
Remember, shivers, then gloom,
We call me november.
Listen to the trees groan,
Of their shadows lost in the mist.
Smell this roten body,
Don t you see the shadow of your destiny ?
Give me one good reason to want to shun me today.
The bitterness of lonely winds,
Crush the late tears on the ground.
To give way to winter s devil,
And to his frost angels,
Where the charm of deceased will freeze in oversight.
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