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SENTIMENTS PERDUS SENTIMENTS PERDUS
The Seine was streaming silently,
Reflecting the lights of Paris,
Brown leaves kept falling wistfully.
She saw them floating away
And in her mouth was a scent of clay,
Potsherds of her soul
Were falling into a gaping hole.
She turned round her head
And she looked into his face,
She could only find a trace
Of completely burnt-out ashes of love.
She said: « Qu’est-ce que tu ressens?
Qu’est-ce que tu ressens pur moi ?
Qu’est-ce que tu ressens pur moi ? »
The Seine was streaming silently,
Reflecting the lights of Paris,
Brown leaves kept falling wistfully.
He hid his face in her hair
And breathed a kiss into her hair,
Sorrow in their hearts,
They felt so close and yet apart.
He turned round his head
And he looked into her face,
He could only find a trace
Of completely burnt-out ashes of love.
He said: « Qu’est-ce que tu ressens?
Qu’est-ce que tu ressens pur moi ?
Qu’est-ce que tu ressens pur moi ? »
© by Bernd F. Gruschwitz u. Ingo Höricht Aus dem Album "Numéro Zero" von Mellow Melange
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