Comme il pleut sur la ville;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon coeur?
Ô bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits!
Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie
Ô le chant de la pluie!
Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure.
Quoi! nulle trahison? . . .
Ce deuil est sans raison.
C'est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi
Sans amour et sans haine
Mon coeur a tant de peine!
From Romances sans paroles (1874)
Translation...:
It rains in my heart
Like it rains on the village.
What is this pain
That penetrates my heart?
Gentle, the sound of rain
Pattering roof and ground!
Ah, for the heart in pain,
Sweet is the sound of rain!
Tears rain-but who knows why?-
And fill my heartsick heart.
No faithless lover's lie? . . .
It mourns, and who knows why?
With neither love nor hate--
A simply not to know
Why my heart suffers so.
4 comments:
C'est tres facile expliquer ennui en francais, n'est pas?
Parles-tu francais? Pourquoi ecris-tu les quotations en francais?
Mais le non, mon Français est limité à ce que j'ai appris par coeur dans le lycée.
And I even had to double check the tenses of this with a translator.
I wrote them because I was thinking about how I used to understand french much better. I read Le Petit Prince in French originally.
Welcome back from GA.
Ah, je comprend maintenant. Je a lit "Le Petit Prince" dans le lycee, et Albert Camus aussi. (at least you bothered to figure out how to get your computer to do accents, I just got lazy)
It turns out I'm actually quite good at translating French, but communicating is a whole separate ball game. Georgia was awesome. We're thinking a Labor Day trip to Oregon might be in order. Are you planning on being in town?
Yes, It is the weekend after classes begin, so I will be back. Your timing is good as I am gone the weekend before (maine) and busy the weekend after (getting my motorcycle license).
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