If life is a dream
Why torture me?
I can get drunk without remorse
And if I come to stagger
I will fall asleep under the porch of my home
When I wake up a bird sings among the flowers.
I ask him what day we are.
He answers: in the spring,
The season when the bird sings!
I feel strangely moved
And ready to blow me out.
But I return to drink
And I sing all day long
Until the evening moon appears.
And when my songs are silent
I am no longer conscious of what surrounds me.
The disease knocked on our door
Now we must fight it
Without being dominated
And above all it is necessary to keep the morale.
It’s very hard not to cry
About what has just happened to us
The fear of a day seeing my father leave
Is painful and unreal ..
My heart is crying and my eyes are bleeding
I hate deep inside me
I want to take his pain
To relieve him of his illness.
It is believed that it only happens to others
But it is only illusion
It’s hard to get a slap
From which there will be sequelae ..
He cries for his pains
And me of my hatred
He cries for his illness
And me of my fear ..
Rise is to decide
Let me replace you
I’ll take your pain
So that you can find happiness again.
I learned that you love another woman,And I come, desperate, to bid you farewell.
One last time,
Pour the same wine into our two cups.
One last time, sing the song
Which speaks of a dead bird under the snow.
Then I will embark on the Hudson River
Whose waters divide
To flow east and west.
Why do you cry, Belle. Who hurt you?
You may marry a man with a faithful heart,
A man who will repeat to you sincerely:
“I only have eyes for you…”
When the breeze swells your two silk robes,
You look like a goddess clothed in clouds.
When you pass, the flowers of the mulberry trees breathe you.
When you carry lilacs that you have gathered, they tremble with joy.
Circles of gold hug your ankles. Blue stones gleam at your belt.
A bird of jade has made its nest in your hair.
The roses of your cheeks are placed in the immense pearls of your necklace.
When you look at me, I see the river flow.
When you speak to me, I hear the music of the wind of my country.
When a rider meets you, at dusk, He believes that it is already the dawn and immobilizes his horse.
When a beggar sees you, he forgets his hunger.