Paul Eluard

Adieu
Bonjour
Farewell
Hello

The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection
This impenetrable speech
The motor car is truly launched:

Woman I’ve lived
Woman I live
Woman I’ll live
Always the

I speak to you across citiesI speak to you across plains My mouth is upon your pillow Both faces of the walls come
My voice discovering you I speak to you of eternity O cities memories of
Cities wrapped in our
Cities come early citi...

We’ll not reach the goal one by one but in
We know in pairs we will know all about
We’ll love everything our children will
At the dark history or mourn alone

She is standing on my
And her hair is in my
She has the color of my
She has the body of my

On my school
On my desk and on the
On the sands of snowI write your
On the pages I have

La courbe de tes yeux fait le tour de mon coeur,
Un rond de danse et de douceur,
Auréole du temps, berceau nocturne et sûr,
Et si je ne sais plus tout ce que j'ai vécu C'est que tes yeux ne m'ont pas toujours vu

I am in front of this feminine
Like a child in front of the
Smiling vaguely with tears in my
In front of this land where all moves in

The river I have under my tongue,
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak

We both have our hands to give Take mine I shall lead you afar I have lived several times my face has changed With every threshold I have crossed and every hand clasped Familial springtime was reborn Keeping for itself and for me its perishable sn...

Fertile
No one can know me
More than you know me Your eyes in which we
The two of

The curve of your eyes embraces my heartA ring of sweetness and dancehalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

She is standing on my
And her hair is wound in mine,
She has the form of my hands,
She has the colour of my eyes,

I have passed the doors of
The doors of my
To come and kiss your
City reduced to a

Between all my torments between death and
Between my despair and the reason for
There is injustice and this evil of
That I cannot accept there is my