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Ne Pense Pas De Moi
Contributed by
Alexa_Bachtel
on
Friday, 27th November 2009 @ 01:01:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Mon amour, ne pense pas de moi,
Quand une pluie froide frappe dans ta fentre,
Quand un rayon cristallin de la lune
Te rveillera dans le silence de nuit.
Ne pense pas de moi, quand cette heure viendra,
Quand nous dirons calme adieu,
Quand une tristesse touchera tes yeux
Et chassera l'ombre des promesses vaines.
Ne pense pas de moi, ne se rappelle pas,
Laisse le passe en paix et ne verse pas les larmes,
Que la nuit clipse l'ancien "je t'aime",
Que les ombres du passe remboursent la passion ancien,
Et le son de ma voix ne drangera pas ton repos,
Mais qu'tait deviendra seulement un beau rve,
Rappelant la passion, l'amour, la douleur,
Le conte de fe qu'tait chez nous, mien gentil.
Ne te pense pas de moi, quand
Touchera les cendres des cheveux gris et la vieillesse
Soudain rappellera que rien n'est ternel,
Que les annes t'apportent le repos et la connaissance,
Qu'un vrai amour est non irrprochable.
Le souvenir est seulement l'instant
Dans la file immense des annes,
Beau, bon, admirable, triste,
Dfinissant tout ce mang de chevaux de bois.
Ne se rappelle pas ce que n'est pas oublie,
Ne pleure pas sur ce que ne plus rendre,
En effet, tout possible dans ce monde prissable,
Et nous nous rencontrerons de nouveau pour tout rendre.
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DON'T THINK OF ME
My love, don't think of me,
When the cold rain knocks in your window,
When the crystalline ray of the moon
Will awaken you in the night's silence.
Don't think of me, when the hour comes,
When we say calm goodbye,
When sadness touches your eyes
And dispel the shadow of promises in the dark.
Don't think of me, don't remember,
Leave the past alone and don't shed tears,
Let the night to eclipse the ancient "I love",
Let the shadows of past to reimburse ancient passion,
And the sound of my voice won't disturb your rest,
But the past will become a nice dream only,
Reminding of passion, of love, of pain,
Of the fairy tale that we've once had.
Don't think of me, when
Old age will touch you by an ashes of the grey hair and
Suddenly will remind that nothing is eternal,
That years bring you rest and knowledge,
That true love is not blameless.
The memory is only the instant
In the huge queue of the years,
Nice, good, marvelous, sad,
Defining all this merry-go-round horses.
So don't remember what's not forgotten,
Don't shed tears over what can't returned,
Indeed, everything is possible in this perishable world,
And we will meet once again to return everything.
Copyright ©
Alexa_Bachtel
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2009-11-27 01:01:53]
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Re: Ne Pense Pas De Moi
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 27th November 2009 @ 01:59:14 PM AEST
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It has an intensity in both languages, well written and moving.
You reminded me so much of a friend who used to write here, she always wrote hers in two languages too.
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