Exile (Loose translation of Jean Follain) In the evenings they listen To music no one would call happy A new face appears At a turning point in the known world The roses flutter open A bell rings under an overcast sky Between the pillars of the porch Sits a man in a gray velvet suit Who tells everyone who approaches Showing them the palms of his hands As long as I live no one touches My dogs my friends
Exile
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Exile (Loose translation of Jean Follain) In the evenings they listen To music no one would call happy A new face appears At a turning point in the known world The roses flutter open A bell rings under an overcast sky Between the pillars of the porch Sits a man in a gray velvet suit Who tells everyone who approaches Showing them the palms of his hands As long as I live no one touches My dogs my friends