Mon amour, le soleil se couche,
sur 'eau que nous avons aimée
Mon amour, le ciel tombe,
sur la maison que nous avons habitée
Mon amour les larms coulent,
sur le sol.
Mon amour est parti,
et je le serai bientôt
ROUGH TRANSLATION:
My love, the sun is setting,
on the water we once loved.
My love, the sky is falling,
on the house we made.
My love, tears are flowing,
onto the ground.
My love is gone,
and I will be soon.
NOT EVERY WORD IS ACCURATE SOME WORDS DO NOT HAVE AN IMMEDIATE TRANSLATION PLEASE GO EASY ON ME FRENCH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE.
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Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...
