Chabas

A wasteland grows in me
Emptiness corrupts my heart
Broken pillars that failed to
Stand the times of discord

Looking like a marble statue
You turn to me again
But for the thirsty one
You are a perfect fountain

It seems to be unreal:
Your immaculate appeal
But thousand stars on the sky
Form a fragile soul for you

Trees lose all their leaves
Speechless in an autumn wind
But you will spread your wings
Even in times of apathy

Triste comme cet poème
J'écris ton nom dans la terre
A wasteland grows in me
Standing here now all alone

It seems to be unreal:
Your immaculate appeal
But thousand stars on the sky
Form a fragile soul for you