paroles de chanson Eternally Yours (Symphonic Version) - Alphaville

Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts
Though yet it is
But as a tomb which hides your life and shows not
Half your parts

If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in my verses number all your grace
The age to come would say this poet lies
Such a beauty never touched an earthly face

I'm eternally yours
Eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song
Eternally yours
Eternally yours
Eternally yours

So if my papers yellowed with their age
Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue
And your true rights be termed a poet's rage
In the stretched metre of an antique song

But were some child of yours alive that time
You should live twice in it and in my rhyme
A woman's face by nature's own hand drawn
The master-mistress of my fervidness

I'm eternally yours
Eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song

As an unperfect actor on the stage
Or some fierce beast replete with too much rage
So I, for fear of trust
Forget to say the perfect ceremony of love's rite

Looking at darkness as blind people do
Only my soul's imaginary sight
Presents your shadow to my sightless view
Just like a jewel hung in blackest night

I'm eternally yours
Eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song
Eternally yours
Eternally yours
Eternally yours

My mirror won't persuade me I am old
As long as youth and you are of one date
But when in you time's furrows I behold
Then it is time to anticipate death

For all that beauty that does cover you
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart
Which in your breast does live as yours in me
How can I then be older than you are

I'm eternally yours
Dying with my time
Forever in my song