La Saison des pluies traducción al Inglés

Françoise Hardy

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Spin the wheel of fortune
Where should I go in the moonless night?
In the hostile fog that permeates the city
That covers my life
It's the rainy season

Turn the world to the four corners
The storm is rumbling, I won't hear as well.
The black angel when he passes
When his wings bruise themselves
The beating of his eyelashes
Light, imperceptable

Turn the mast in all directions
The weather is getting worse, whatever you think.
Finding the direction of the dream of reason
Is hardly possible for me
Everything was hanging by a thread
A thread of electric time

Life, the love of games
Taken by a logic
Very much stronger than them
Much stronger than your beautiful eyes

Wind force seven to eight
Heavy to choppy seas
Cold and damp warning
Announced depression
Persistent bad weather

Precarious road network
Numerous power outages
Progression of winter
Throughout the territory

The clouds will be black
And the tide too
It's the rainy season

Turn the hanged man around at the end of a rope
He who thought he had bitten is the one who has been bitten.
Our violins are dead
Before they ...
Broken a their (?)
In full heart of disorder

Turn the hermit with his lantern
Simplicity between extremes
Act or make do
The shadow or the light
But from north to south
It's the same solitude

Spin the wheel of fortune
Where should I go in the moonless night?
To what destination
Which mission impossible
Folly, reason
Everything hangs by a thread
A thread of electric time

Life, the love of games
Taken by a logic
So much stringer than them
Stronger than the two of us

Little bits of straw
Torn, flammable
Little grains of sand
So light, so crumbly

Wind force seven to eight
Calm sea, slightly rough
No more fighting
The storm has passed
But the sky remains gray

It's the rainy season

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