Le poèt et la Lune: A Love Story

Le larmes de la lune
dream steadily
with the smile
of rose petals
that float away
with the singing wind
sailing through
le pauvre du poèt l'esprit.

His gentle thoughts
swimming through his dreams
la rose il aspire á embrasser
wants never to be kissed.

Le larmes de la Lune
falling slowly
down his cheeks;
he wants nothing
to do with love
nor ever
part of memories be.

Le pauvre du poèt l'esprit
is wandering, lonely,
through the street.
Le cour serré
never ceasing to bleed;
la Lune lending him
its sorry, rainy tears,
cleansing him
of his lonely fears,
making love with Heaven
in a bright abyss,
smiling lonely,
waiting for the sun's kiss.

Faire l'amour dans un bonheur
da rire pétales de roses rouge;
making love with
le pauvre âme de la Lune,
dancing to every melody
that breathed the poor moon.

Le soleil est arrivé
poèt de la Lune,
welcome now
sweet memory's love
and sing your new "Adieu!"

Vamp Ikarus