Heureux celui qui meurt d’aimer

O my garden of fresh water and shade
My dance to be my dark heart
My sky of countless stars
[adblock]My boat far away easy to row
Blessed is he who becomes deaf
To the song if it isn’t the one of his love
Blind to the day after his day
His eyes closed only on you

Blessed is he who dies of love
Blessed is he who dies of love

To love so hard his lips closed
It has no need for anything
Apart from the memory of roses
Perfumed of you forever
He who dies even for pain
To whom without you the world is illusion
And retains from it only your colors
It’s enough for him that he named you

Blessed is he who dies of love
Blessed is he who dies of love

My child he said my dear soul
The time to know you O woman
Eternity is a swoon
In the fire which consumes me
He said O woman, and he shall not say
The name which resembles the embers
The red mouth the strawberry
Forever in his teeth formed

Blessed is he who dies of love
Blessed is he who dies of love

He said O woman and ends
This way his life this way the dream
And be it on the City Hall square
Or in your customary bed
You young lovers whose age it is
Between dancing and traveling
Fool sparing himself thinking he is wise
Shout out to who wants to blame you

Blessed is he who dies of love
Blessed is he who dies of love

*Photo taken during Vodka Mariette x Lincoln Center Soirée in New York, NY