Amour
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Je veux être connu sous un seul nom
Comme Dessalines, Christophe et Pétion
Comme Pelé, Ali ou un grand champion
Comme Edison, Jefferson et Washington.
Mon amour, ma femme
Mon amie, mon âme
Quand je dis que je t’aime
Ce n’est pas une plaisanterie
Ce n’est pas une triste moquerie
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
Mon amour quand tu pars
Quand tu t’en vas
C’est ma lune qui part
C’est mon soleil qui s’en va
Je ne mange pas
Chica, me despierto esta hermosa y fresca mañana de abrilTan fuerte como un león en cautiverio, pero solo una cosaMe está preocupando: estás lejos de mí y de mi islaEstás sola, malhumorada y lejos de la tierra.
Amore, mi sveglio questa bellissima fredda mattina di aprileForte come un leone in cattività, ma solo una cosaMi sta agitando: sei lontano da me e dalla mia isolaSei sola, assonnata e lontano dalla terra.
Aimez, aimez maintenant
Aujourd'hui, pas demain
Oubliez le chagrin
Arrêtez de demander comment
Arrêtez de vous questionner
L’amour est un rêve qui commence
L’amour est une chimère qui commence
C’est une ballerine qui danse
C’est un poète qui pense
The verb "hate" can never beMy darling, in my vocabularyI can only love you night and dayI can only think of you all day longI can only dream of you and I longFor your presence at midday
If you're writing about girlsYou're talking about gorgeous pearlsHappy love is in the air. If you're dreaming being in heavenThis time of the year, you need no reasonTo yearn being in love. If you're hearing melodious musicYou must be feeling very
Fuoco d'amore che brucia e distrugge
Fuoco, fuoco che fa soffrire
Fuoco infernale che maledice
Uccide e provoca la morte.
your eyes and your smile and your hands
are warm,
when i see you i smile as well, oh god
cliche as cliche
is love, made out to be so grandious and
unique and fantastic
Amour, so simple
Yet might leave you single.
Amour, so difficult
But yet, pretty typical.
Is it something you can create?
Some might say, "Just fate."
And so they wait and wait.
It comes and goes.
In droves of untamed flows.
Pretty, I feel this could go far...
Our love.
(Written in CInquain Pattern 3)
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
