Apollinaire

The sky is as blue

And as black as ink

My eyes drown in it and sink

And I see far away cathedral

And I shall never forget this journey

When non of us said a word

And when I was a little child

My mother wrapped me in blue and white

Oh holy virgin

Do you love me still ?

I don't believe in heaven or in hell

I don't believe je ne crois pas

Her hair is gold it is so bright

And like a lasting flash of light

Or like the flames which slow parade

And laugh at me and go on laugh

There are so many things in here

I do not dare to tell you

I write to you beneath this tent while

Summer day becomes a shape of startling

Magnificent and flowers of the cannonade

They stud the pale blue firmament

Before existing fade

I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight

So raise the blind and see her dress

Her dress as black as nails

And flowers of the cannonade

They stud the pale blue firmament

Before existing fade

I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight

So raise the blind and see her dress

Her dress as black as nails

And flowers of the cannonade

They stud the pale blue firmament

Before existing fade

I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight

So raise the blind and see her dress

Her dress as black as nails

And flowers of the cannonade

They stud the pale blue firmament

Before existing fade

I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight

So raise the blind and see her dress

Her dress as black as nails

And flowers of the cannonade

They stud the pale blue firmament

Before existing fade

I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight

So raise the blind and see her dress

Her dress as black as nails