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matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
l'enfance est plus sympathique
l'enfance apporte le magique
que faire quand on a tout fait
tout lu, tout bu, tout mangé
tout donné en vrac et en détail
quand on a crié sur tous les toîts
pleuré et ris dans les villes et en campagne
l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
les pierres, lea arbres, les murs racontent
(la maison, la maison d'autrefois, la maison la maison d'avenir)
et le silence (-trera) me pénétrera
matiéres sensuelles et sans suites
l'enfance est plus sympathique
l'enfance apporte le magique
que faire quand on a tout fait
tout lu, tout bu, tout mangé
tout donné en vrac et en détail
quand on a crié sur tous les toîts
pleuré et ris dans les villes et en campagne
l'enfance est plus authentique
le jardin au haut portique
les pierres, lea arbres, les murs racontent
(la maison, la maison d'autrefois, la maison la maison d'avenir)
et le silence (-trera) me pénétrera
Lyrics submitted by leloup
Track duration: 04:41
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Pour l'enfant, amoureux de cartes et d'estampes,
L'univers est égal à son vaste appétit.
Ah ! que le monde est grand à la clarté des lampes !
Aux yeux du souvenir que le monde est petit !
Read the whole poem here:
feelingsurfer.net/garp/poesie/…
Have a pleasant eternity.
The vanished innocence of wonder. The gardens of nostalgia, the backyards of childhood friends, the need to believe in eternity so as not be driven, like the narrator of the final lines of The Great Gatsby, into an idealized past:
"And one fine morning ---- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
When I hear this song I am grateful to God for delivering me from the futility of this sin-cursed world.
From the view of someone who's "read everything, drank everything..." and no longer is able to find joy in the limits adult life, so they idealize and reminisce about the wondrous and immaculate aspects of childhood. They seem to be looking at their old childhood house ("the rocks, the trees, the walls narrate"), every part of which has it's own story to tell, comparing it to "the house of the future", or their less-than-magical present house. The "silence will penetrate me" is all of the memories that came from thinking about and looking at these past things, coming back all at once.
I love how their childlike harmonies emphasize it all!
Cybele's Reverie (translation)
sensuous and incoherent matters
sensuous and incoherent matters
childhood is much nicer
childhood brings the magical
what to do when we've done everything
read everything, drank everything, ate everything
given everything loose or retail
when we have screamed on all the rooftops
cried and laughed in the cities and the country
childhood is more authentic
the garden with the high porch
the rocks, the trees, the walls narrate
(the house, the house of old, the house, the house of the future)
and silence will penetrate me.
I just copied that from another site.