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By Jean Berger
I live, I die and yet I drown.
I am extremely hot while suffering with cold.
My life is far too soft, yet also far too hard.
I have great woes, intermingled with joys.
All at once I laugh and I shed tears,
and in the midst of pleasure,
I endure tormenting grief.
My well-being ceases, and yet it lasts forever.
I wither and I flower at the same time.
Thus love leads me on in constant change;
and when I think I suffer yet more pain,
Without thinking of it, the pain has left.
Then when I think that joy is certain,
And that at last I am at the height of my desire,
Love thrusts me back to my erstwhile grief.
Notes: Yeah, this song was originally written in French, but I think the translation's cool. Professor Cline performed this at one of our school's chamber concerts. She was awesome, needless to say.
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