Monday, January 10, 2011


Day flight, Beauty of night 
I cross the snowy mountains 
I take flight in the rain 
To take you and give you 
Has you the thief of my nights 
Day flight, on nuagé sky 
At dawn we shall have taken everything 
Ô beautiful bird let I like yourself 
My insomnias will be only a memory 
Beautiful bird made by me your key 
I say it to you in black in red my love I write 
I may look, it seems that you are also my past 
I remember it myself it was yesterday and today 
You were put rest as settle on my flown away 
And I I trembled and even worse 
2O the years are crossed and I not t ' forgot 
I put lost in a place without wish 
And you come back from your spread wings 
To cover my skin of your claws 
Ô beautiful bird made to bleed 
Summits I roar of pleasure 

Of you I can accept everything 
And even if this has to cost me the life 
My sky is too heavy without you, you know! 
No you not know him then I say it to you 
Here only without you I am cold, I come to love you 
You beautiful bird came from the cold, I come as a melody 
To drink with you the absinthe of Verlaine has the Grey tint 
I come I leave my cursed cities 
I knew that you would be the similar has my dreamed nights 
You the beautiful bird coming from the cold to the taste to live 

Night flight on tired sky 

You want to pick up me the starry sky 
For silk stocking 
But I want only you 
To you I want to re-warm 
Not at the end of an invisible chaine silvered 
Night flight sorry sky 
By so much wasting, for some madnesses 
If you love me forget jewelries 
Night flight sky has my heart 

But pity offers of the beech not of cellular

Elisabeth  Vaury


Anonymous said...

les oiseaux chantent toujours au printemps et pour toi même plus = ....+......
Elisabeth .Vaury..

Elisabeth.Vaury said...

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