Sinking Down Slowly

Men of the future, remember me
I lived in the days, when kings ended
In turn they died, silent and sad
Leaving the mistress of their own lust

Wandering at the end, of September
Each night became a vine, where the branches
Spread their clarity, over the city
And up there, no one there
Ripe stars spoiled by drunk birds
Dawn harvest of my glory

An evening passing, along the deserted and dark docks
When I got back home, I heard a voice
Who sang seriously sometimes silent
Ouuh So that also reached the banks of the river
The complaint of their limpid and distant voices
And I listened to all these songs and cries for a long time
That the song of Paris awoke in the night

Come to me, cities of France and Europe and the World
Come all sink in my mouth
Embrace me, no more right line in the dark
Come all sink in my mouth

This immortal flavor cup
That made us dream, suffer or love
We still raise in the evening
Sinking down slowly to stop recovering
A thousand dreams in me make sweet burns

Come to me, cities of France and Europe and the World
Come all sink in my mouth
Embrace me, no more right line in the dark
Come all sink in my mouth