A collection of short poems in French for a girl with an accurate Russian translation. Each poem consists of two quatrains, easy to read and suitable for a message. Suitable for cards, messages, and inspiration.
Étoile du soir
My beauty, you shine when the day fades, Your smile lights up the night in my heart. You murmur like a double grace, And the world is frozen for your love. You regard the light of a dream, Which guides me to the edge of your sleep. I walk along the paths without a voile, Because the bonheur jamais not s'achève. My beauty, you shine when the day fades, Your smile lights up the night in my heart. Your voice whispers like tender grace, And the world freezes before your tenderness. Your glance carries the sparkle of a bright star, Which guides my steps to your sleep. I promise roads without cover, where your happiness will never end.
Coeur en fleurs
In your laughter secret gardens grow, Petals fall like a soft rain. To draw a secret chemin, Où I cueille the espoir of a claire hour. When you say a secret, When you say a silence a perfume that enchants. I garde my nom like a serment, And my love like a plant. In your laughter secret gardens grow, Petals fall like a gentle rain. Your step traces a quiet path, Where I pluck the hope of a clear hour. Each of your words is spring, Each silence is a fragrance that enchants me. I keep your name like an oath, And your love like a plant.
Sans parole
Those who love so many letters, They make the mood more intense. As a patron, I trouve the holidays, Où chaque rit for me, for Lui. Ta main dans la mienne strut des routes, Me when the vent cherche à us perdre. To souffle efface all my doutes, And that nom devient l'aube à me rendre. Your eyes speak better than a thousand letters, They tell of tenderness without noise. In their depths I find holidays, Where every thought laughs for me, for her. Your hand in mine builds roads, Even when the wind tries to lose us. Your sigh erases all my doubts, And your name becomes the sunrise to bring me back.
Rivière douce
The passage is like a river, Clare and secret in the heart of the mountains. I am far from you, a poor, wise man, It is a peace that calms my soul. The days align with the pearls of life, To bury the ones to one. I am a stranger to the light that flows, And I keep these reveries jusqu'au matin. Your appearance flows like a river, Pure and secret between golden banks. I lose myself in it without fear, a simple worker, Because you are the refuge that calms my fate. The days line up like pearls of living water, Your laughter strings them one after another. I would like to be a shadow that floats, And guard your dreams until the morning.
Clair de toi
When the moon puts its hand on your shoulder, Everything becomes simple, soft, and true. To soothe the flame fall, You brûlée in silence on the creux of my days. The silhouette écrit des mutes poems, On the white page of my nights. I am on this one among the discreet traits, And my heart incline devant these nights. When the moon lays its hand on your shoulder, Everything becomes simple, soft, and true. Your sigh rekindles the mad fire, That burns in the silence in the depths of my days. Your figure writes silent verses, On the white page of my nights. I read your name between hidden strokes, And my heart bows to your nights.
Promesse au vent
I will send you flowers on the morning wind, Words written in gold on the clouds. I will send you flowers on the morning breeze, Words written in gold on the clouds. Even from afar, I will guard your path, So that nothing will erase our tender faces. Every farewell becomes a seed of expectation, Every return a promise in bloom. Your name resounds, clear and watchful, Like a mast raised against fear.
Silence d'or
The silence between us is a fine fabric, Which covers our fears with a double wave. In this tissue, the main purpose is a light, And my friends, I walk along the road. These rare words are from the most precious ones, They are a lingering note on my destination. My clothes are like joyful ones, And I walk along the road, beyond the mat. The silence between us is a fine fabric, Which covers our fears with soft velvet. In this fabric, your hand draws a line, And I fall asleep, rocked by your movement. Your rare words are precious stones, Slowly placed on my destiny. I wear them like joyful ornaments, And walk in step with you, close to the dawn.
Sourire pâle
Your pale smile brightens my hours, Like a bougie at the heart of a hiver. The chasse la pluie, dissipate the peurs, And rend my instant moins austère. When you are, the world is full of ombres, The walls are effective, the ports are empty. I am the voyager who never sleeps, Tant that clarifies on my cove. Your pale smile lights my hours, Like a candle in the heart of winter. It drives away the rain, dispels fears, And makes each moment less harsh. When you laugh, the world forgets its shadows, Walls blur, doors open. I am a traveler who never drowns, As long as your light lifts me.
Mirage tendre
You are the mirage that becomes reality, In the distant desert of my days. You are the presence of the sky, And transform the soif into velvet. I take the dunes to entendre the name, And every time I fall asleep. In these days I retrouve the tone That sings the vie that I do not know. You are the mirage that becomes reality, In the distant desert of my days. Your presence brings the sky to life, And turns thirst into velvet. I cross the dunes to hear your name, And each step brings me closer to you. In your arms I find again the tone That sings of life and drowns me.
Dance bleue
Those hairs tomb like a blue cascade, On the peau that attends the contact twice. I have become an inconnue, And I am far, without return, without sauce. The bodies invent savant rhythms, Which make the air dance the autour de us. I am the hair that suits those movements, And the souffle devient my seul bijou. Your hair falls like a blue cascade, On skin that awaits a gentle touch. Each curl tells of the unknown, And I lose myself in it, without return, without loss. Your body creates skillful rhythms, Which make the air dance around us. I am the shadow that follows your movements, And your sigh becomes my only adornment.
Arc-en-ciel
They draw a secret arc, On the gray wall of my inquisitions. When a woman is a discreet baiser, Which guérit my nights and my habits. You are the promise after the rain, The woman who refuses to part. I guard this name like a dream, And the port when it all begins to faiblier. Your words paint a secret rainbow, On the gray wall of my worries. Each color is a hidden kiss, Which heals my nights and habits. You are the promise after the rain, The color that refuses to leave. I keep your name as a refuge, And wear it when everything begins to weaken.
Rêve en fil
I weave dreams with these souvenirs, A tissue just slips away. Let it slip away a light to venerate, And it is the promise. In this tissue I give my most calm, For and broder sereins matins. It clarifies my most beautiful faces, And I remain faithful to these lies. I weave dreams from your memories, A fine fabric into which hope creeps. Each thread carries the light of the future, And your face is a promise. In this fabric I lay my calm hands, To embroider calm mornings. Your presence illuminates my best souls, And I remain faithful to these ties.
Petite étoile
You are the little star next to my sky, Fragile and faithful to the clear nights. You will efface the heart, And keep me with these lights. When you regard me, I am more deviate than ever, When you souris, I hide it. I guard the flame, a secret treasure, To reach our future dreams. You are a little star next to my sky, Fragile and faithful to clear nights. Your shine erases the slightest call, And lulls my fears with your lights. When you look, I become truer, When you smile, winter falls silent. I keep your flame, a secret treasure, To warm our future desires.
Matin de soie
At home, your voice is a soothing étoffe, Which glides and caresses my spirit. When you take the nap, chase the joy of froid, And paint the aube of a price. You gesticulate over the clear eyes, With your nose twitching. I live here, without frontiers, With your love at the end of my routes. In the morning, your voice is a fabric of silk, Which glides and caresses my mind. It brings peace, drives away the cold joy, And paints the dawn with a tender price. Your gestures open clear windows, Through which our old doubts fly away. I want to live here, without borders, Where your love will put an end to my roads.
Dernier mot
If I were to say a last word tonight, This is a name I murmured without fear. I wear a unique bruit, And rest in me like a flower. If I were to say a last word tonight, It would be your name, whispered without fear. It would bring the shine of a single sound, And remain in me like a flower. Take this word, make it your mirror, And look at the love that never lies. I entrust you with my heart without knowing, Simply, for today and now.