Vienne

If I write to you this evening from Vienna, I would like you to understand that I chose absence as a last chance. Our sky was becoming so heavy If I write to you this evening from Vienna, how beautiful autumn is in Vienna. is that, without thinking, I preferred to leave And I am in Vienna without you. I walk, I dream in Vienna On three distant waltz beats. It seems that the shadows Turn and merge. How beautiful they were the evenings of Vienna. Your letter must have crossed mine.No, I don't want you to come.I'm aloneAnd I like being free.How I love this exile in Vienna without you.An old Austrian ladyAs there are only in ViennaHoused me in my roomPurple and amber fallHeavy silk hangingsIt's beautiful through the shuttersI see the Saint-Etienne churchAnd when the evening setsIts blues, its grays, its mauvesAnd the night above the roofsIt's beautiful Vienna, it's beautiful Vienna It's been a week, I've already been alone in Vienna. It's a curious coincidence: I ran into our friends from Lontaccini the other evening. It's been a week. They were passing through in Vienna. They didn't ask for anything But were surprised to see me in Vienna without you. Me, me, I'm walking. I'm good, I'm good. And then, from week to week, Here I am alone in Vienna .Your letters are becoming rare.Perhaps elsewhere,You have found forgetting me.I read and I write but, all the same,How long autumn is in Vienna.In this bed in two places Where, at night, I freeze, Suddenly I feel bad for you. How long Vienna is, how far Vienna is. If I write to you this evening from Vienna, You know, it You have to come. I was gone. Forgive me.Our sky was becoming so heavyAnd you, from Paris to Vienna,At the end of an invisible chain,You watch for me and I think,Playing indifference,You kept me despite myself.It's midnight tonight in Vienna. My Love, you must come. You see, I abandon myself. Autumn is so beautiful And I would like to experience it with you. Vienna is beautiful, with you Vienna.