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Souffles Souffles ... oh beautiful Prince of the Wind!
Come as these times and lost once
Trim Earth this smooth coat
Immaculate most beautiful enchantments.
Where are your majestic flakes pilgrims
Coming twirl to the ground
To make frosted kisses and fools?
These kisses ... Who makes the Winter mutineer.
Souffles Souffles ... oh beautiful Prince of the Wind!
Come as these times and lost once
Trim Earth farandoles children
For frimousses shuddering laughter accomplices.
Where are the murmurings of your storytellers,
Your minstrels pirouetting and joyful
Who weave fine splints Happiness?
Winter would have become a grumpy old man?
Nivôse, where are you so well hidden?
Seasons are now in exile.
Everything is gray, rain and sleet traitor.
Soil disagree ... Nature ... Broken
Nivôse, where thou hidden?
The Magic of Winter has almost disappeared ...
The snow does more impromptu truce.
Soil disagree ... ... Nations dehumanized
Here and there the ground is constantly soiled
Here and there, blood, war, death and vice.
Life is sacrificed on the altar of the Caprice.
sad Winter Sol ... Future ... stripped
Hélégia (12/12/2007)
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