Prière pour aller au Paradis [English translation]

It's a garden

hidden in the depths of my memory,

a blue garden in the morning

where black irises grew.

A garden I’ve dreamed

oh, that one day I may enter it

and rest forever

near the deserted grave

of Laura.

I’ll know the threshold

by the noise of the rusty grid,

the well place under the linden trees,

we drank there on summer days,

by removing the gillyflowers,

the dark and icy mosses,

the frightened centipedes,

near the deserted grave

of Laura.

Oh, I wish I could die in this garden

in the quiet shade of tall pines

may finally open the roses

closed

for such a long time.

It's a garden

hidden in the depths of my memory,

a blue garden when evening comes,

where two laurels trees have grown.

A garden where I cried so much

oh, let one day I may enter it

and rest forever

near the perfumed grave

of Clara.

We will have laughter

like sparrows flights,

loud, clear laughter from young girls,

fresh laughter like streams,

like laughter of happy people.

We’ll reinvent the time

of days when we had time

to talk about gardens in bloom

and things of the heart.

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Oh, I wish to live again in this garden

in the quiet shade of tall pines

may finally open the roses

closed

for such a long time,

there.