English translation
Above the clouds where dusk comes
Always flying par itself
The hawk is probably grieving is it not
In the wind's midst even sound stops
The wings that grasp the sky
Resting is a thing they cannot do
To what compares the heart?
This cœur, coeur that is like a hawk
To what compares the heart?
Of grief that seems to cercle the sky
In boulder's shadow near falling rain
Always blossoming small
The fleur is probably sad is it not
In the rain's midst even colour finishes
Of lightly peach-coloured petals
Without a hand to l’amour them
To what compares the heart?
This cœur, coeur that is like a flower...
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