Sad Eyes Poem by Pierre Rausch

Your villa, more than any other group
Such the situation was
Had other cause to tremble
To crown all, his love had returned
Difficult to take up again
An amount of fresh vapor isn't good
Fills in your gaps here and there
What if you were to try
What if I were to go through
Nobody sees the sad eyes, no one sees what is broken
You can't see the light, your eyes face the ground
No one sees the sad eyes, an habit which is easy to geet rid
You hide your sorry sight, you hide it in the sound
Oh, Sad Eyes are falling to doubt
Oh, Sad Eyes are fading to doubt
The army was mined at that time
All had vanished, save love
I still aspired this, but no longer expect it
This flame which burns us light
And nothing new presented itself
Fantastic, amusing, magnificent,
When you have ascended the Rue Saint-Jacques, left the barrier on one
side and followed
The old inner boulevard for some distance, you reach the Rue de la Sante