Original Title: "Un air d'Octobre"
Text: Louis Aragon
Year: 1966
A tune like a vast train
A tune which never ends
An October tune, a romance
Softer than the month of may
A tune that always starts again
Your eyes have the horizon sickness
Crazy the one who finds azure blue enough
To whom the sky isn't a prison
One has to love with immoderation
Reason is not enough
Beautiful autumn with velvet hands
It's the song that is never sung
It's the song of our love
It's the song of the tea-roses
Which heart have the color of the day
A tune like a vast train
A tune which never ends
An October tune, a romance
Softer than the month of may
A tune that always starts again
Is there a deep enough sob
To tell the physical deserts
Alike to the circles one makes in the water
Are the words matching the music
Of the long desire in the heart enclosed
A tune, Elsa, of dementia
A tune which never ends
An October tune, a romance
Softer than the month of may is
A tune like a vast train
A tune like a vast train
A tune which never ends
An October tune, a romance
Softer than the month of may
A tune that always starts again
All poems written by Louis Aragon
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