Original Title: "Rire et Pleurer"
Text: Louis Aragon
Music: Lino Léonardi
Year: 1966
Man hesitates between crying
And laughing, and laughing carelessly.
His dreams are sometimes going so fast
That he doesn't know himself how
It's that crying leaves him
As long as one plays dice
everything depends on the dots you bring up
This out of tune instrument
Which we take for the human soul
Is only useful to change our mind
Cruel and pitiful world
That believes everything it is being told
And carries its unbelievable cross
Through plague and fire
While making fun of the poor devils
My heart, my heart watch out for people
Even to those who shiver from cold
They only have memory of money
Don't know they look like us
And even make some while sharing
Afterall it's barely if they notice
If it's sunny or if it's raining
Those are animals that you pen in
Under the black sky or the blue sky
While waiting for them to be taken away
For which penal colony, for which destiny
For which night that has no limit
For which night that has no morning
Which night where dying imitates
The first childlike gestures
All poems written by Louis Aragon
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