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by Andrea1204, posted August 05, 2003
Yeah, I know I'm gonna get metaphorically kicked in the shins for asking this since it's undoubtedly been posted before but the search function (for the fourth day in a row) has been giving me an obnoxious "web site not responding" error message so I apologize for my impatience and its lack of responding...
The Whalestoe Letters has a dedication "for P." which under it has "Les jours s'en vont tu demeures." I have tried to translate it but all I get is this:
The days from go away you residences.
And that doesn't even make sense!
Anybody can help?
"les jours s'en vont, tu demeures"
I can tell you that there is a sense but it is difficult to explain. It's a poetic turn of phrase. Roughly, it means "time is passing but you always look the same" (or "look as young as before"). Maybe a translation could be "The Days go away, you remain"
It could be inspired by "Le pont Mirabeau" de Guillaume Apollinaire.
Le pont Mirabeau
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours après la peine.
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face à face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des éternels regards l'onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Espérance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passé
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
A possible translation :
The Mirabeau Bridge
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
And our loves
Must I remember them
Joy always followed after pain
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
Hand in hand let us stay face to face
while underneath
the bridge of our arms passes
the so-slow wave of eternal looks
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
Love goes away like this flowing water
Love goes away
How slow life is
How violent hope is
Let the night fall and the hours ring
The days go away, I remain
The days pass and the weeks pass
Neither past time
Nor past loves return
Under the Mirabeau bridge flows the Seine
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