Clouds are not the cheeks of angels you know
they're only clouds.
Friendly sometimes,
but you can never be sure.
If I had longer arms
I'd push the clouds away
or make them hang above the water somewhere else,
but I'm just a man
who needs and wants,
mostly things he'll never have.
Looking for that thing that's hardest to find--
I've been going a long time now
along the way I've learned some things.
You have to make the good times yourself
take the little times and make them into big times
and save the times that are all right
for the ones that aren't so good.
I've never been able
to push the clouds away by myself.
Help me.
Please.
Rod McKuen - Eight
La biche
La biche brame au clair de lune
Et pleure à se fondre les yeux :
Son petit faon délicieux
A disparu dans la nuit brune.
Pour raconter son infortune
A la forêt de ses aïeux,
La biche brame au clair de lune
Et pleure à se fondre les yeux.
Mais aucune réponse, aucune,
A ses longs appels anxieux !
Et le cou tendu vers les cieux,
Folle d'amour et de rancune,
La biche brame au clair de lune.
