Verlaine (Chanson d'automne)
Charles Trénet
Verlaine (Autumn Song)
The long sobs
Of violins
Of autumn
Wound my heart
With a monotonous languor
All suffocating
And pale, when
The hour strikes
I remember
The old days and I cry
And I go away
With the bad wind
That carries me
Here, there
Like a dead leaf
