THREE SONGS FROM WELSH COUNTRY
( Trois chansons de la campagne galloise)
A shirt and tie
Jacket and shine
my shoes
in time
For I am late
It’s my 30th date
but I don’t know why
this time I feel
she could be the one
the one I’ve been
lookin’ for a while
I met her
In Pembrokeshire
She was thin and fine
and clean, divine !
oh, so sublime
She had hips
like a dolphin’s back
and lips so red
it would leave a mark
in my heart and cheek
She came last
but not least
Without her
I would have missed
the perfect match
Years have gone
one by one
She came last
Yes, she came last
But the last one
was the one
(« The Last One Was The One »)
***
She has a lover
in Paris
She has a lover
in New-York
She even has a lover
in Pembrokeshire
But of all I’m the one
she likes the most
She smells like a rose
in April
She sings like a bird
at the dawn
She’s like a princess in a tale
I wanna kiss her good
to wake her well
(« She Has a Lover »)
***
I’m sick of love
and all the trouble
the struggle
for a kiss
for a nickel
I’m sick of love
_ endless battle
where some tumble
under Cupid’s
stupid arrow
I wanna be lone
I wanna be single
so don’t you dare touch me girl
leave me alone
Yacine Zerkoun
Haverfordwest, pays de Galles, 2010-2011
(« I’m Sick of Love »)
