Monday, February 23, 2015

Jean Ferrat - Aragon - At the end of my age


Au bout de mon âge Jean Ferrat par rozenfelds
Original Title: "Au bout de mon âge"
Text: Louis Aragon

Year: 1965
At the end of my age
What would I have found
To live is a village
Where I have badly dreamt

I feel alike
To the first oaf
Who is still filled with wonder
at the songs of the birds

People of my kind
There are many
Do they know they carry
A stone around the neck

At the end of my age
What would I have found
To live is a village
Where I have badly dreamt

For them the mirrors
It's more often than not
Without even seeing themselves
That they pass in front of them

They have no sense
Of what their life is
It's an innocense
Which I envy them

At the end of my age
What would I have found
To live is a village
Where I have badly dreamt

As much for the pleasure
Than for poetry
I believed I was chosing
And I was chosen

I believed myself free
On an iron thread
When any equilibrium
comes from the pendulum

At the end of my age
What would I have found
To live is a village
Where I have badly dreamt

I had to be born
And dieing follows
I was only made to be
What I am,

A season of man
Between two tides
Something like
A lost song

At the end of my age
What would I have found
To live is a village
Where I have badly dreamt

All poems written by Louis Aragon

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