When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered...

Soon we shall plunge into the cold darkness,
Farewell, vivid brightness of our short-lived summers !
Already I hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling with a clatter on the courtyard pavements.

All winter will possess my being : wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My coração will be no mais than a Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante red block.

All atremble I listen to each falling log,
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.

It seems to me, lulled por these monotonous shocks,
That...

My favorito french song

WITH THE TIME

with the time, go, everything's going away
we forgot the face and the voice
the heart, when it beats alot, it's not the pain about going
finding it mais farther, you must leave it alone and everything's going good,

With the time...
with the times, go, everything's going away,
The other we liked, we procurar under the rain
The other we guessed, turning a regard,
between words, between lines, and under the fare
an hidden oath that goes to sleep,
with the time, everything disappears

With the time...
with the time, go, everything's going away,
even the most wonderful memories,...