Cezanne/1888
per Noufflard Andre
- Why, my little queen,
make me die of cold?
The king is asleep, I could almost,
sing you a song, why do not
udrebbe! Oh, let me get on the balcony
!
- My lovely friend,
the balcony of paper,
not handle the truth! Do you want me to die
headless?
- Oh, little queen, dissolve
long golden hair!
- Poet!
not see that my hair is
tow?
- Oh, pardon!
- Forgiveness.
- So?
- Just like that ..?
- I do not say a word, I will die ...
- How? for
this one right?
- You are ironic ... goodbye!
- you think?
- Oh, you have no regrets for our last meeting
in the forest of cardboard?
- I do not remember, my sweet love ...
There you go ...
Forever? Oh, how I cry
! But what can I do if my little heart
is wood?
per Noufflard Andre - Why, my little queen,
make me die of cold?
The king is asleep, I could almost,
sing you a song, why do not
udrebbe! Oh, let me get on the balcony
!
- My lovely friend,
the balcony of paper,
not handle the truth! Do you want me to die
headless?
- Oh, little queen, dissolve
long golden hair!
- Poet!
not see that my hair is
tow?
- Oh, pardon!
- Forgiveness.
- So?
- Just like that ..?
- I do not say a word, I will die ...
- How? for
this one right?
- You are ironic ... goodbye!
- you think?
- Oh, you have no regrets for our last meeting
in the forest of cardboard?
- I do not remember, my sweet love ...
There you go ...
Forever? Oh, how I cry
! But what can I do if my little heart
is wood?
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