A new translation from Jacob Dee : LE FAUTEUIL À BASCULE

The rocking chair

Folded legs aloft
Crossing through the horizon
A splash of sangria
Balanced on the sea beyond

Croissants warm with love
Hide a table in white stone
I’ve not the least concern
And again the world goes on

All our hopes, all our fates
In the right-now of the ideal day
All our dreams at our feet (swallowed in)
A peaceable ennui

Come through the door
On the terrace sure looks fine
The children so polite
Playing in amazement

I am in the slowness
of wondrous passing time
The decor of our lives
Is it but enchantement?

All our hopes, all our fates
In the right-now of the ideal day
All our dreams at our feet (swallowed in)
A peaceable ennui

Touring through the world
I consumed the pleasure cruise
Partagas & cheap wines
Now all have the same odor

I’ve been there, done it twice
But I cannot ever choose
To ride the rocking chair
With soup served up at four

All our hopes, all our fates
In the right-now of the ideal day
All our dreams at our feet (swallowed in)
A peaceable ennui

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