The flowers of your years
pierre_auguste_renoir_1_Pierre August Renoir. giovane donna che si pettina, 1876
Sara, I hear your voice echoing ...
While you sing in your room
and it's a happy and tender song
which rocks the walls like autumn birds
Your voice reaches my heart ...
and shakes it like waves on the open sea
How beautiful and fleeting youth is!
Marked by your art of glow
In the silence tinged with shadow and sadness
The bursts of your cries come to me
Love, love I got you!
and wisdom my beautiful princess
I hear your graceful footsteps and the whispers!
Behind the door where the silence echoes ...
My rebel, what have you been? My beloved azure sky
November what have you sculpted on my existence?
The years are slipping away from us with great speed
Like an iron train tears off every instant!
What a sweet thought! if only this time ...
Returned to us, whatever his dictatorship
Whatever fate was ...
With youth as a feast
And your songs will be our backbone!
If only you knew ...
how my heart beat
And those submissive ears, like a figure
How much this silence sang to me
You who sing now of emotion
The flowers of your years are so pure
Now I can smell their scent ...
That extends beyond the confines