The River
The river
When the river is pure,
They throw gold and silver,
They throw their mud there,
When the river is dirty,
They come to drink with us,
Little by little, they defile the water,
In our turn, we dream of the Zambezi,
From the Niger River.
La rivière
Quand la rivière est pure,
Ils y jettent or et argent,
Ils y jettent leur boue,
Quand la rivière est sale,
Ils viennent boire chez nous,
Petit à petit, ils souillent l’eau,
À notre tour, nous rêvons du Zambèze,
Du fleuve Niger.
Copyright © Yann Rolland | Year Posted 2023
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