Poème 'The fire crackles' de guillaumePrevel

The fire crackles in the fire place
And blow the heat on my face
In the evening of a wise moonlight.
The fire sings in the floodlit hearth

In embers and in orangy wood
Darken by flames dancers
Which rise of hurt waltzers
In the highest of the foreign heavens

The fire crackles in the fire place
And sing warmly a music
Which revives the mined hearts

By a long snowy winter
And participle in the enjoyment of angelic Christmas
In the unstable and orangy light.