LITERAL TRANSLATION
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Fog, the day rises,Shade and storm,
He is bored.
Her, St Helene knows his fever,
Says to him:
Dream another dream, of an isle of Elba.
Your friend
It is your sap [vigour], run towards those
who are faithful to you & then forget you!
In love
To count the battles which hurt you.
More than love
All the crews disbanded
Poor love
I harvest your pride which was wounded.
Oh! Love.
Your mourning should last for years
To love me.
Eagle, the day rises,
Which celebrates you
It is thus.
Her, the Beautiful Helene, meets the ground
of the "Cursed".
'The ogre' lies [buried] under the skin [earth]
but in his pocket a
Hidden weight
That's the man, who mixes
With the rains of ashes, whom I loved.
ORIGINAL LYRICS
© Editions ISIAKA 2003
Brume, le jour se lève,Ombre et tempête...
Il s'ennuie.
Elle, la Sainte Hélène qui sait sa fièvre,
Lui dit :
Rêve d'un autre rêve, d'une île d'Elbe.
Ton amie...
C'est ta sève, accours vers celle
Qui t'es fidèle et puis t'oublie !
En amour
Compter les batailles qui t'ont fait mal...
Plus d'amour
Tous les équipages ont pris le large.
Pauvre amour
Je cueille ta fierté qui s'est blessée...
Oh ! Amour
Faut-il que ton deuil dure des années.
Pour m'aimer
Aigle, le jour s'élève
Qui te célèbre
C'est ainsi.
Elle, la Belle Hélène, rejoint la terre
des "Maudits"
"L'ogre" gît sous l'écorce,
mais dans sa poche un...
Lourd secret
C'est lui l'homme, qui se mélange
Aux pluies de cendres, que j'aimais.
REFLECTION: a complementary
complimentary interpretation...
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Brooding, the dawn is risingShadows are storming
Wandering
Feeling, this St Hélène she sees him weaker
Dreaming:
Better those days were better, the isle of Elbe
Welcoming...
Save your vigour, return together
Try to be faithful, forgetting!
Be in love
To count the battles that did you harm
More in love
To fight by your side and then disarm
Poor in love
I try to preserve your wounded pride
Oh! A love
Observe your mourning with every tide
To love me.
Eagle, the dawn has risen
Your celebration
It will be.
Pleasing, the Fair Hélène, returning there
his memories
"Monster", sent to exile, rest under
these skies, ...
To forget
Loved him only, fell so lonely
A reign of empires, no regret.