L'Aigle Noir
Patricia Kaas
The Black Eagle
One fine day
or maybe a night
by a lake,
I had fallen asleep
when suddenly
seeming to pierce the sky
and coming from nowhere
appeared a black eagle.
Slowly, wings spread wide
slowly, I saw it circling
near me, in a rustle of wings
like it had fallen from the sky
the bird came to land.
It had ruby-colored eyes
and feathers like the night.
On its brow, shining bright
the crowned king of birds
wore a blue diamond.
With its beak, it touched my cheek
in my hand, it slipped its neck.
That's when I recognized it,
surfacing from the past,
it had returned to me.
Tell me, bird, oh tell me, take me away
let's go back to the lands of yesteryear
like before
in my childhood dreams
to gather, trembling
stars, stars.
Like before, in my childhood dreams
like before, on a white cloud
like before, to light the sun
to be a rainmaker
and create wonders.
The black eagle in a rustle of wings
took flight to return to the sky.
One fine day, or maybe a night
by a lake
I had fallen asleep
when suddenly, seeming to pierce the sky
and coming from nowhere
appeared a black eagle
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