Form: Glosa
Texte:
Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais.
Comme les notes d’une chanson lointaine
Sortant de derriere d’un poster esperant
Que la vie ne fut si longue.
Steve Strange
Glosa
Sent la pluie comme un ete anglais
The masks of unshed tears are laid to rest
as deeper truth unfolds between the screams
and pain of years amid my secret dreams
released by solemn words, so long repressed.
Feel the rain like an English summer
Comme les notes d’une chanson lointaine
I hear her voice across the sands of time
the songs remain as dreams to soothe my heart
when words of rage are said to tear apart
my mind. My love of ‘she’ is not a crime.
Hear the notes of a distant song
Sortant de derriere d’un poster esperant
I walk in freedom, proud of who I am,
the ghosts of guilt no longer haunt my soul,
this masquerade must end, the truth my goal
and bias means nothing, who gives a damn?
Stepping out from a backdrop poster
Que la vie ne fut si longue.
If only ‘she’ were here beside me now
I feel ‘her’ love, in faith ‘she’ keeps me strong
I’ll not complain that life is dull or long
a promise made, it’s time to keep that vow.
Wishing life wouldn’t be so long
©JGFarmer2009
A Garret Poet 