Testo di Chabas

A wasteland grows in me Emptiness corrupts my heart Broken pillars that failed to Stand the times of discord Looking like a marble statue You turn to me again But for the thirsty one You are a perfect fountain It seems to be unreal: Your immaculate appeal But thousand stars on the sky Form a fragile soul for you Trees lose all their leaves Speechless in an autumn wind But you will spread your wings Even in times of apathy Triste comme cet poème J'écris ton nom dans la terre A wasteland grows in me Standing here now all alone It seems to be unreal: Your immaculate appeal But thousand stars on the sky Form a fragile soul for you