embuée,
les rues font
presqu’une musique
au milieu de ce dégel
susurrant,
la neige se déchire
en mille petites
rivières
toi, soleil
de la déperdition,
viens fondre
le dernier souffle
de l’hiver
---
behind the fogged up
window,
the streets almost
make a music
in the midst of
this whispering thaw,
the snow tears up
into a thousand
small rivers
you, the sun of perdition,
come and melt
the last breath
of winter
in the midst of
this whispering thaw,
the snow tears up
into a thousand
small rivers
you, the sun of perdition,
come and melt
the last breath
of winter
