Monday, August 4, 2014

Jean Ferrat - Aragon - I arrive where I am a stranger


Original Title: "J'arrive où je suis étranger"
Text: Louis Aragon
Nothing is precarious like living
Nothing is passing like being
It's a bit like melting like frost
And for the wind to be light
I arrive where I am a stranger

One day you pass the border
Where do you come from, but where are you going
What matters tomorrow and what matters yesterday
The heart changes with the thistle
Everything is without rhyme or forgiveness

Brush your finger there on your temple
Touch childhood with your eyes
Better leave the lights low
The longer night suits us better
It is the bright day that is getting old

The trees are beautiful in autumn
But the child what has he become
I look at myself and I wonder
Of this unknown traveler
Of his face and his bare feet

Gradually you become silence
But not fast enough though
To not feel your dissimilarity
And on the yourself of yesteryear
Fall the dust of time

It's long aging afterall
Causes the sand to leak through our fingers
It's like a cold water rising
It is like a shame that grows
A leather to shout for auction that we trim

It is long to be a man, a thing
It is long to give up everything
And do you feel the metamorphosis
That are happening inside of us
Making our knees slowly bend

O bitter sea, O deep sea
What is the time of your tides
How many years-seconds are required
For man to abjure man
Why why those airs and graces

Nothing is precarious like living
Nothing is passing like being
It's a bit like melting like frost
And for the wind being light
I arrive where I am a stranger

All poems written by Louis Aragon

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