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Air vif by Paul Eluard

J’ai regardé devant moi

Dans la foule je t’ai vue

Parmi les blés je t’ai vue

Sous un arbre je t’ai vue

Au bout de tous mes voyages

Au fond de tous mes tourments

Au tournant de tous les rires

Sortant de l’eau et du feu

L’été l’hiver je t’ai vue

Dans ma maison je t’ai vue

Entre mes bras je t’ai vue

Dans mes rêves je t’ai vue

Je ne te quitterai plus.

 

In English :

 

I looked in front of me

In the crowd I saw you

Among the wheat I saw you

Beneath a tree I saw you

At the end of my journeys

In the depths of my torment

At the corner of every smile

Emerging from water and fire

Summer and winter I saw you

All through my house I saw you

In my arms I saw you

In my dreams I saw you

I will never leave you.

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Written by
laurent
Published
Oct 12, 2015
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Paul Éluard born Eugène Émile Paul Grindel 

(14 December 1895 – 26 November 1952), was a French poet who was one of the founders of the surrealist movement.

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