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Un soir de neige (english) 1. Our frozen feet collect great clods of snow and bitterly we face the inexorable winter. Every tree has its place, every rock its weight on earth, every stream its flowing water, and we have no fire. 2. The lovely snow, the black sky, the dead branches, the distress of the forest full of snares. Shame on the hunted creature fleeing like an arrow through the heart. The tracks of a cruel hunt. Courage to the wolf, for it is always the finest wolf, it is always the last survivor that is threatened by the merciless club of death. 3. Tortured wood, lost wood Wood of a winter journey Ship covered in snow Sanctuary wood, dead wood in which I dream without hope of a sea of broken mirrors. A great gush of cold water siezed the drowned man. All the people in my body suffer I become weak, disperse I profess my life, profess my death, profess others. 4. The night, the cold, the loneliness. I have been carefully locked away, but the branches found their way into my prison. Around me, the grass found the sky. The sky has been locked up. My prison is breaking apart. The living cold, the burning cold holds me tight in its hand. |
