Nos sens lé Dens u mondo, L’est franc biô L’est veré.
Tot pariér Nos passens Dens la via Sens songiér Tot lo temps après Bégagiér.
Pas lo temps De règardar. De tant d’ovrâjo fôt s’occupar.
Mas le temps Vat passar ; Ceti biô temps Porquiè pas Lo-t amar ?
Des poèmos L’at dens l’êr, Prends lo temps De sofflar ,
De recuelyir Dens ta téta L’harmonia Des ételyes.
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Here we are. Beautiful Is the world, But of course.
What the hell, we go on in this life, thoughtlessly, stressing out constantly.
Who’s got time to look around? So much to do, tasks to tick.
However time will go by; Take the time To embrace These good times.
There are poems In the air, Breathe out And take them in,
Pick them up in your head! Read the signs Of the stars!
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Achye oun cómintér.ó (Lessiér un comentèro)