Saturday, November 8, 2008

Il y a (In English)

In response to Karyn's post, yes, I have studied French. I don't know that I would claim to know French very well. I get by. Here is a rough translation of the song I posted about earlier. Someone else may be able to correct where I fall short. Enjoy!


There is


There are thyme, heather, and a pine wood. Nothing with guile.

There are streams, clearings (not sure what this part means). There are odors of mint and fireplaces with fires inside.

There are days and nights that pass slowly, and the story goes on in the same old way.


And far from everything, far from me, it is there that you feel you are home, there that you leave, where you return every time, and where all will end up.


There are children, grandmothers, a small church, and a large coffee.

There is at the far end the cemetery, joy, miseries, and times passed.

There is a small school with wooden benches just as in previous times.

There are pictures that stick to the end of your fingers and your beating heart.

And far from everything, far from me, it is there that you feel you are home, there that you leave, where you return every time, and where all will end up.

And moreover the earth is dry, and plus this love is as big as a child's expression and a sailor is to his ocean. In addition, nature is ungrateful and eager for the sweat and mud because it needs us so much, like a mother who slightly prefers her more fragile child and who carries his scars of griefs and blood.

And far from everything, far from me, it is there that you feel you are home, there that you leave, where you return every time, and where all will end up.

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