Stop the larks from singing
What an impolite chirping!
Don’t they know I’m dreaming
Of him, dearest, my darling!
There the sun! Stop shining through the cloud!
No, I won’t let the night to end now.
Don’t you know I’m safe and sound,
In his arms where I long to be.
Stop the clock, do freeze the time.
He dusts with the tick, what an alarm!
I try to catch but there goes all his charm.
Nature, do pity me! For his arm is all I ask.
– OTHERWISE –
What then, after the dream?
What then, once the sun beams?
What then, once the larks scream?
Nothing then, after he has gone.
Suggested soundtrack: Après un Rêve by Gabriel Fauré
