When the plowshare of the seasons
On our faces and on our foreheads
Will have dug heavy furrows
Wrinkles
When our children having grown up
Have abandoned the nest
Leaving our hearts weakened
The void
When our gestures are slower
That we will see as time passes
With a strangely air
Lucid
When we no longer have a future
We will stir up memories
Earth that cannot become
When not slow and uncertain
We will visit gardens
Which like our fronts will be painted
With frost
When at the cost of thousands of efforts
We will undoubtedly still seek
To kill the already dead time
To live
When we will henceforth be
Only two lives linked without a project
We will open with regret
The book
That we will have over the years
Written on the pages of time
Or two words will be missing however:
To be continued
When at last life has traveled
Ready to enter the unknown
I will look at you lost
And bleme
When in your eyes I will see
That without our love from now on
Your days will never be again
The same
When my eyes will no longer see anything
That my hand will seek your hand
In the hour when speaking will be a
Problem
After having accepted God
Just before closing my eyes
Once again if I can
I will say goodbye to you
I love you

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN