Some Poems by Prévert

AccalmieLitteral (raw) translation:
The wind
Standing
Sits down
On the roof tiles.
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Le Grand Homme et l'Ange Gardien

Litteral (raw) translation:

You will stay there
Sentinel
In front of the brothel's door
And you will guard my seriousness
I will go up with these ladies
One has to laugh a little!