Duo

Dedicated to the memory of a special friend...

Les Deux Printemps	The Two Springs
Ses yeux sont deux printemps	Her eyes like two springs
Qui me font sourire et ça me fait rire	Make me smile, and make me laugh
Ses joues sont des torrents	Her cheeks like torrents
Les miennes s'y baignent mais encore pire	Mine swimming in hers, but worst
Son coeur est une fête	Her heart like a celebration
Le mien ne veut plus en sortir	Mine doesn't want to get out
Elle est la plus belle saison de ma vie	She's the most beautiful season of my life
La plus belle saison de ma vie	The most beautiful season of my life
-Daniel Bélanger, Quatre saison dans le Désordre	-Marilyn St-Louis, Translation

Farewell, too little, and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mold with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred alike. -John Dryden, To the Memory of Mr. Oldham