First i'll talk about you
First I'll talk about you,
then I'll talk about me,
and later on, about us
and then I'll be quiet.
When you forget yourself,
your brown eyes shine on me
with a soft and tender light
which tells me about the joy of living.
The old masters called it gesture;
I don't know a better word
to say what I see in you
and haven't seen in anyone else.
I've seen you awake and asleep,
I've seen you laughing and crying,
full of joy and angry,
I don't know how I like you best.
To unsing what I have sung,
to unsay what I have said
is what they wanted me to do,
but they haven't succeeded.
Autumn makes me lonely,
the twenty colours of the leaves
of the trees I don't know
that are slowly losing their leaves.
It isn't easy to know how to choose,
there is a risk in all choice,
and as we chose each other every day
we never tire of taking risks.
Now I have sung about you,
now I have sung about me,
I have also sung about us;
all I have said belongs to the others.