Way too many things make me remember him
Every object present here,
Or the song that I hear,
But that he doesn't sing anymore,
A nothing that makes me often think that I am lost.
I will end up forgetting him and smiling,
You, my friends
You'll try to lie to him.
If you see him, tell him
that I am joyful, that everything's going well
And that I need nothing.
If you see him, tell him
That very often in my garden
You could hear me laugh so loud.
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Every seed he had plant
Have become a wheat field.
Tomorrow, without him, I'll make so beautiful sheaf
That I'll can harvest a bit of his life.
I'll end to forget him and to smile
You my friends
You'll try to lie to him.
You'll tell him later
That our child who grew up
Don't talk about him anymore.
Don't tell the truth,
Don't tell that we'd need
More than a life to forget him.