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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