Man never truly possesses anything Neither his strength, nor his weakness, nor his heart And when he opens his arms His shadow is that of a cross And when he tries to embrace happiness, he crushes it His life is a strange and painful divorce There is no happy love His life resembles those soulless soldiers Who have been groomed for a different fate Why should they rise in the morning When nighttime finds them disarmed, uncertain Say these words and hold back your tears There is no happy love My beautiful love, my dear love, my torn heart I carry you in me like a wounded bird Those who unknowingly watch us walk by Repeat after me my words and sigh They have already died in your bright eyes There is no happy love By the time we learn to live Its already too late Our hearts cry in unison at night It takes many a misfortune for the simplest song Many regrets to pay for a thrill Many a tear for a guitars melody There is no happy love Louis Aragon
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 21:13:38 +0000
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