Because pleasure is dead
Claude Achille Debussy
Because Pleasure is dead
this May, I am clad in black.
It is a great pity to see
my heart in such distress.
It is my duty
to dress this way;
because Pleasure is dead
this May, I am clad in black.
The weather carries the news
to those who had not heard,
and the rain forces us in
from the fields, behind closed doors,
because Pleasure is dead.