Autumn

L'automne

Maurice Carême (1899-1978)

L'automne
L’automne au coin du bois Joue de l’harmonica. Quelle joie chez les feuilles! Elles valsent au bras du vent qui les emporte. On dit qu’elles sont mortes, Mais personne n’y croit. L’automne au coin du bois Joue de l’harmonica. Quelle joie chez les feuilles!
Autumn
Autumn plays on his mouth-organ in woodland ways. They love it, the leaves! Away they waltz on the arm of the breeze. Someone said they are dead which no-one believes. Autumn plays on his mouth-organ in woodland ways. They love it, the leaves!

Translation: Copyright © Timothy Adès

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