Ta solitude te reproche
Tu fais le
tour de tes questions,
Le passé
bien lourd sur tes épaules,
Le matin se
lève dans le brouillard,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
Tu prends
le train,
Tu prends l’avion,
Le temps
passe lentement,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
L’amour n’est
pas ici,
Tu tournes
les pages d’un roman,
Personne à
tes nuits,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
La bougie épuisée
dans un coin,
Une lumière
traversant les persiennes,
Tu voudrais
bien dormir pour une éternité,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
Ta valise
est vide,
Il n’y a
personne,
Juste des empreintes
de souvenirs,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
Ta voix résonne
dans le silence,
Le cri d’un
appel,
Le téléphone
ne sonne plus,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
Il n’y que
moi dans le silence de ta lecture,
Les yeux
mouillés de larmes,
Pourquoi m’avoir
lu encore,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
Les pages ce
tourne en silence,
L’amour n’est
pas au rendez-vous,
Pourquoi lire
sans plus de bougies,
Ta solitude
te reproche.
NICOLLE
Edmond le 8.11.2012
Your solitude blame you
You go around to your questions,
The past very heavy on your shoulders,
Rises in the morning fog,
Your solitude blame you.
You take the train,
You take the plane,
Time passes slowly,
Your solitude blame you.
Love is not here
You turn the pages of a novel,
Person in your nights
Your solitude blame you.
Exhausted candle in a corner,
Light passing through the shutters,
You want to sleep for eternity
Your solitude blame you.
Your suitcase is empty
There is person
Just imprints of memories
Your solitude blame you.
Your voice resounds in the silence,
The cry of a call,
The phone does not ring,
Your solitude blame you.
There me in the silence of your reading
Eyes wet with tears,
Why am I still reading,
Your solitude blame you.
This turns the pages in silence,
Love is not at the rendezvous,
Why read without candles,
Your solitude blame you.
You go around to your questions,
The past very heavy on your shoulders,
Rises in the morning fog,
Your solitude blame you.
You take the train,
You take the plane,
Time passes slowly,
Your solitude blame you.
Love is not here
You turn the pages of a novel,
Person in your nights
Your solitude blame you.
Exhausted candle in a corner,
Light passing through the shutters,
You want to sleep for eternity
Your solitude blame you.
Your suitcase is empty
There is person
Just imprints of memories
Your solitude blame you.
Your voice resounds in the silence,
The cry of a call,
The phone does not ring,
Your solitude blame you.
There me in the silence of your reading
Eyes wet with tears,
Why am I still reading,
Your solitude blame you.
This turns the pages in silence,
Love is not at the rendezvous,
Why read without candles,
Your solitude blame you.
NICOLLE Edmond le 8.11.2012
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