Текст песни Поль Верлен - ЖЕНЩНЕ

To you my poems about the caress of comforting eyes
Where are the tears of joy, where is the sweet dream
About a meek virgin heart
The song was formed in the darkness of my madness, insanely destructive
Alas, a destructive nightmare fell into my head
Grows like a pack of greedy wolves from behind a bush
There is no salvation from him, life is doused with blood
He crushes my heart with painful cruelty
I am languishing, I am languishing joylessly
And Adam's first melancholy on the first day of the sudden exile
How sweet idyll before mine
Your worries are all, more pleasant than chirping
Oh dear, those swallows in the blue sky
Fly in early autumn
on a cool bright day

translation by F. Sologub