Ou sont les neiges d'antan?
François VillonIn my own country I am in a far off land.
I am strong but have no power.
I win all yet remain a loser.
At break of day I say goodnight.
When I lie down I have great fear of falling.
Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine,
Qu'Anglais brulerent a Rouen,
Ou sont-elles, Vierge souv'raine,
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
I die of thirst beside the fountain.
François VillonYet, if the world were bettered by
My death or story left untold,
I would condemn myself to die
For misdemeanours manifold:
I bring no harm to young or old
Alive or dead, in either case:
A man so needy never rolled
A mountain from its resting place.
Tag: le-grand-testament
We were two and had but one heart.
François VillonPagina 1 di 1.
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