En Français

Foreign sounds trip from my tongue
so that they may fall at your feet.

Words that swirl in deep seas
to be forgotten after play.

Let them sing, let them sing,
let them sing in your boundless heart.

Then desert them in the wharves east.
Others will come to take their place.

Ma chérie, make my mind your plaything.
Point it on your road so we may walk,

Following life’s verse as it spills about us,
Rough pilgrim’s hands praising lips.

Foreign sounds trip from my tongue
so that they may fall at your feet.

en francais

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