À la grâce de toi
Jane Birkin
By your grace
Why does your grace
Strike me, drowsy tonight?
Your face with closed eyes
Reminds me of you in my arms
Why do I see you running
In slow motion
And the laughter echoes
From the shores of oblivion?
Why do my hands tremble
To caress once more
And understand the beauty
Of this complexity of the body?
Too weak to swim
Against the current, life
Sends unexpected waves
Of melancholy
Scorned, tossed, here you are
Cuddled like sailors
Who spot in a storm
The shelter
I bless the gods, in whom
I no longer believed, for giving me
A child to keep
One night
Why does your grace
Strike me, drowsy tonight?
Your face with closed eyes
Reminds me of you in my arms
Why do I see you running
In slow motion
And the laughter echoes
From a shore of oblivion?
Why do my hands tremble
To caress once more
And understand the beauty
Of this complexity of the body?
Too weak to swim
Against the current, life
Sends unexpected waves
Of melancholy
