21.2.17

David Gilmour divino por Bizet



Je crois entendre encore,
Caché sous les palmiers,
Sa voix tendre et sonore
Comme un chant de ramiers !
Ô nuit enchanteresse !
Divin ravissement!
Ô souvenir charmant!
Folle ivresse! Doux rêve!
Aux clartés des étoiles,
Je crois encor la voir,
Entr’ouvrir ses longs voiles
Aux vents tièdes du soir!
Ô nuit enchanteresse!
Divin ravissement!
Ô souvenir charmant!
Folle ivresse! Doux rêve!


I think I still hear, hidden under palm trees, her voice soft and sound like a song of wood pigeons. Oh, enchanting night, divine rapture, oh, delightful memory, mad euphoria, sweet dream! In the clear starlight, I think I still see her, half drawing her long veil in the tepid night breeze. Oh, enchanting night, divine rapture, oh, delightful memory, mad euphoria, sweet dream! Delightful memory!