27 : Poeme de MB #3
For the sad sad K-mille Bitter-sweet love à la veille du kfé du même nom.
O sister, if your pain is to heavy to bear,
Be not afraid to weep, for your pain I may share,
And if your heart does bleed, let the blood from it flow,
And water from the tide of your eyes in sorrow
The poor waste of your soul where a seed waits for spring ;
O, recover your faith, some day the bird shall sing,
Some day the nightingale shall celebrate your love,
Some day you'll see it fly, the pure white-winged dove...
Remember that the tree needs the rain to blossom
Remember and believe, better days are to come ;
O sister, wipe your tears, o sister, rise again
Never doubt, never fall, never hold love for vain.
