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San Francisco Night (1963)

San Francisco Night

Je crois qu’il n’a jamais fait plus noir que ce soir
où la sirène pleure au bord du monde en ruines
mais la merveille vaut le prix du désespoir
Aussi profil perdu d’amour je te dessine
en aveugle et j’attends nocturne de l’enfance
que l’enchanteur ranime un oiseau mort de froid
sans avoir révélé le secret de la chance
Amour amour toujours dans mon rêve à l’étroit

San Francisco Night

It has never been darker than this night
when the siren weeps at the edge of this world in ruins
but the miracle is worth the price of despair
thus lovelorn I draw you in profile
blinded and await the childhood nocturne
that the enchanter might rekindle a bird that died of cold
without having revealed the secret of fortune
love love always in my cramped dream

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