He is in the family room, gloomy
and between us,
dear brother,
as in a childhood dream
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Beneath the Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine
And our love
I must remember
Joy always follows pain.
...
You appear on the highest hill
Of rugged rocks
In bright burning sunlight -
Reflecting below
...
In deep contemplation
quiet and still
she stands
upon the balcony,
...
My glass is full
Of shimmering wine
Like a flame
Listen -
...
Once a strong wind blew furiously
Throughout the whole city
As well as a sense of personal failure
Leaving behind revealing traces
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Deja que la lluvia te bese
Deja que la lluvia golpe tu cabeza con gotas liquidas de plata
Deja que la lluvia te cante una canción de cuna
La lluvia hace charcos tranquilos en la acera
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Ce vautour vorace avec le froncement féroce qui dévore mon coeur sauvage
Et est mon seul compagnon constant
Sculpte ma douleur avec un bec incurvé
...
For the struggle which opens
the beginning of bad days
My mother gave me a small portrait of her
A pledge to which I have remained faithful since
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