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La Peinture Noire
translation below Noir Le noir, la nuit,rêves vides Tu n’a jamais vu la noirceur comme moi Le matin, tu te réveilles inlassablement Le soleil, la pluie, un autre jour Vous existez, moi, je rêve d'exister Je dois faire naitre mon existence Pour l'instant Le noir est tout à fait l`obscurité La nuit, le jour, les rêves Tout, tout noir Je prends mon pinceau, En même temps je regarde ma peinture Chaque jour, heure après heure J’essaie de faire la peinture la plus magnifique J’imagine mon tableau, explosant de pastels A la fin Je pleure Quand je regarde mon chef d’œuvre Tout simplement Une peinture noire Translation The Black Painting Black The black, the night, empty dreams You have never seen the blackness as I The morning, you awake to whatever The sun, the rain, another day You exist, I dream to exist I give birth to my existence For the moment The black is always the darkness The night, the day, the dreams All, all is black I take my paint brush At the same time I look at my painting All day, hour by hour I try to make a most magnificant painting I imagine the painting, exploding in pastels In the end I cry It is simply A black painting
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