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The Children old ... and the clock money

• The march of time

The Old

L are old no longer speak or only sometimes after eye
M ven rich they are poor, they have no illusions have one heart for two
C hez them it smells like thyme, clean, lavender and verb past
Q hether you live in Paris we all live in the province when you live too long
E oes having too laughed their voices crack when they talk about yesterday
E t have cried too much that their tears still dotting the eye?
E t shake a little if it is to see the old silver clock
Q ui purrs at the show, who said yes that says no, who says: I expect you?

L are old no longer dream, their books would lie dormant, their pianos are closed The e
kitten died, Muscat Sunday do is to sing
L are old do not move, their actions are too many wrinkles, their world is too small
D u bed to the window and from bed to chair and bed to bed and then
E t even if they leave arm in arm, all dressed in stiff
C is to follow the sun the funeral of an older , a buried ugliest
E t the time of a sob, forget the whole hour clock silver
Q ui purrs at the show, who said yes that says no, and then that waiting

L are old do not die, they fall asleep and sleep one day too long
ls I hold hands, they are afraid to lose and will lose yet
E t the other remains there, the better or worse, the gentle or severe
C ela does not matter, whichever rest ends up in hell
V ou will see maybe you sometimes see the rain and sorrow
T Raversi this already apologizing for not being further
E t flee before you one last time the clock money
Q ui purrs at the show, who said yes that says no, who said: I am waiting

who purrs at the show, saying yes and saying no and then ahead .

Jacques Brel