Original Title: "Il n'aurait fallu"
Music: Léo Ferré
Text: Louis Aragon
Year: 1961 (Léo Ferré's version), 1966 (Morelli's version)
It would have taken
just another moment
For death to come
But a bare hand
then came
which took mine
Who gave back
their lost colors
to the days, to the weeks
Its reality
to the immense summer
of human things
I, who trembled
Always, I don't know
from which anger
Two arms have been enough
to give my life
a big necklace of air
Just a movement
That gesture while sleeping
soft which is brushing on me
A calm breath
Less than a dew
against my shoulder
A forehead resting
on me in the night
two big opened eyes
and everything looked to me
like a wheat field
in this universe
A tender garden
In the grass where suddenly
Verbena is growing
And my deceased heart
is born again to the perfume
which makes shadow soft
It would have taken
just another moment
For death to come
But a bare hand
then came
which took mine
Léo Ferré's version
Catherine Sauvage's version:
Jacques Douai's version:
All poems written by Louis Aragon
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