Our Hearts

Our hearts are panicking in a love

Where hope is without recourse

Where the stream of suffering

Why run into sleepiness.

Circumstances and horizons

Altered our beautiful seasons

And buried with our souls the euphoria

The voluptuousness and the harmony.

What a misfortune for both of us !

We are damned to a languorous

Lyrism etiolated by the vicissitudes

Life, at any latitude.

Our life would have been a spring

From roses, flowers to prayer

And our heards would have rejoiced

In the vehemence of the night.

When our past evokes,

When our story provokes,

A warm tear obeys

Has a disappointment already languid.

Soothe O ! My only Eve

Our pleasures in dreams !

Let us rejoice in our nocturnal desires

In the lost illusion, in misfortunes.