LITERAL TRANSLATION
*** UNOFFICIAL ***
The days of rain, my toys are alive.
The large ones have claws
like cement tips.
How to tell them?
When you’re only sixteen years old
the bed which is unmade
has no more
the taste of candied liquorice.
For what good are
the [imaginary] lives of rag[doll]s.
The words of love
which are too short.
Me, I dream on a large scale
like the elephant.
I dream immense,
round belly,
the deep eyes
My bear says what good is it?
His friendship,
it is hard to say,
lasts for all life
Then him...
To speak low,
to find the necessary words.
To speak about everything & about me
To find the rest
His arms: softness.
He has a heart inside.
He is the object of my heart.
It is for him,
My poem
in the Inanimate World.
The days of rain
my toys are alive.
The large ones’ laughter
slaps you while passing.
For what good
is the love which melts.
Me I have a companion.
I would like to say,
not joking,
even if it is foolish…
I love, him
ORIGINAL LYRICS
© Requiem Publishing 2000
Les jours de pluie Mes jouets sont vivants
Les grands ont des griffes
Comme des bouts de ciment
Comment leur dire ?
Quand on n'a que seize ans
Le lit qu'on défait,
n'a plus
Le goût du zan
A quoi bon
Les vies chiffons
Les mots d'amour
Qui sont trop courts
Moi, j'rêve en grand
Comme l'éléphant
Je rêve immense
Ventre rond
Les yeux profonds
Mon ours dit à quoi bon ?
Son amitié
C'est dur à dire
Dure toute la vie
Alors lui...
Parler tout bas
Trouver les mots qu'il faut
Parler de tout, parler de moi
Pour trouver le repos
Ses bras : la douceur
Il a un cœur à l'intérieur
C'est l'objet de mon cœur
C'est pour lui
Mon poème
Au Monde Inanimé
Les jours de pluie
Mes jouets sont vivants
Les grands ont des rires
Qui vous giflent en passant
A quoi bon
L'amour qui fond
Moi j'ai un compagnon
Je voudrais dire
Pas de rire
Même si c'est con…
Je l'aime, lui
REFLECTION: a complementary
complimentary interpretation...
*** UNOFFICIAL ***
Rain falls I seeAlive my playthings come
Some claw try to keep
Holding back for so long
How to make clear?
Only sixteen years young
The bed now unmade,
no more what
once was fun
What use comes
Games of ragdolls
Love words adored
Still wanting more
My dreams expand
Some elephant
Dreaming giant
Belly round
Eyes so profound
My bear says what use comes?
His love for me
It's hard to speak
Lifelong will be
As for him...
Softly to speak
To say what I must know
Speaking of all, speaking of me
So restful in his close
Embrace: love's to serve
His heart will keep me in his care
It's him my heart prefers
It's for him
My poem
Love in a lifeless world
Rain falls I see
Alive my playthings come
How some taunt with glee
They forget they were young
What use comes
If love dissolves
My faithful companion
I must be clear
Truly sincere
Surely not wrong
I love.. him