New Spring
On the first day of spring I met a newcomer
heralding the arrival of the new season
His eyes were vivid green and his skin was in bloom
He was the fresh flower of dawn opening its petals
He was the pristine corolla of daybreak in the open field of morning
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
Spring falls so suddenly I startle at the earliest hour
I gaze at birds bathing in freshets and preening their feathers
In the morning I clean my body and soul under the shower
Tell me if the sunny days will last forever
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Staring at the sun to admire the vernal equinox
Keeping up the balance between night and day
I rise to welcome the new blessing of spring
My heart is in full bloom and the whole world starts to sing
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
When the road unrolls up to the sky
When gusts of wind blow so hard
I smell scents of disgust
It's you that I have lost
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Tell me where the morning has gone
Tell me why I stay all alone
Lost soul between night and day
Tell me which god I should pray
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
When wisteria blooms wistfully
Under the branch I stand for you
When heavy blooms loom over me
Under the tree I'll stay with you
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Mournful lovers of days byegone
muse upon the glory of the past
We all know happiness could not last
Now your heart has turned into stone
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
Praise to the sun that gives us light
Praise to the sun that shines so bright
Praise to the sea that drowns melancholy
Praise to the flower that's pure and holy
Praise to the season that fades away
I will remember you everyday.
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright France 2014.
On the first day of spring I met a newcomer
heralding the arrival of the new season
His eyes were vivid green and his skin was in bloom
He was the fresh flower of dawn opening its petals
He was the pristine corolla of daybreak in the open field of morning
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
Spring falls so suddenly I startle at the earliest hour
I gaze at birds bathing in freshets and preening their feathers
In the morning I clean my body and soul under the shower
Tell me if the sunny days will last forever
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Staring at the sun to admire the vernal equinox
Keeping up the balance between night and day
I rise to welcome the new blessing of spring
My heart is in full bloom and the whole world starts to sing
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
When the road unrolls up to the sky
When gusts of wind blow so hard
I smell scents of disgust
It's you that I have lost
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Tell me where the morning has gone
Tell me why I stay all alone
Lost soul between night and day
Tell me which god I should pray
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
When wisteria blooms wistfully
Under the branch I stand for you
When heavy blooms loom over me
Under the tree I'll stay with you
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Mournful lovers of days byegone
muse upon the glory of the past
We all know happiness could not last
Now your heart has turned into stone
Breathing fast—it's not going to last
Praise to the sun that gives us light
Praise to the sun that shines so bright
Praise to the sea that drowns melancholy
Praise to the flower that's pure and holy
Praise to the season that fades away
I will remember you everyday.
You can find the Great Unknown beyond the sky
Sara Adeline Mazzolini, copyright France 2014.
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