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Ode à la Nature - Mon Dieu, Tu es Grand, Tu es Beau.
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Ode a la Nature.
Translation in English, just Bottom.
My God, you are big, you are beautiful
By heavens in front of You, magnificence and majesty,
By the infinitely big, the infinitesimal,
And by the firmament, Your studed coat,
And by brother sun...
I want to shout: my God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
Alive God, very-high God, You are the God of love
My God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
God living, very-high God, present God, in any creation...
By all the oceans and by all the seas,
By all the continents, and by the water of rivers,
By the fire which says to you, as a burning bush
And by the wing of the wind...
I want to shout: my God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
Alive God, very-high God, You are the God of love
My God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
God living, very-high God, present God, in any creation...
By all the mountains and all the valleys
By the shade of forests and by the wild flowers
By the buds of trees and grass of the meadows
By the wheat in ears...
I want to shout: my God,...
Translation in English, just Bottom.
My God, you are big, you are beautiful
By heavens in front of You, magnificence and majesty,
By the infinitely big, the infinitesimal,
And by the firmament, Your studed coat,
And by brother sun...
I want to shout: my God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
Alive God, very-high God, You are the God of love
My God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
God living, very-high God, present God, in any creation...
By all the oceans and by all the seas,
By all the continents, and by the water of rivers,
By the fire which says to you, as a burning bush
And by the wing of the wind...
I want to shout: my God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
Alive God, very-high God, You are the God of love
My God,
You are big, Kept silent are beautiful,
God living, very-high God, present God, in any creation...
By all the mountains and all the valleys
By the shade of forests and by the wild flowers
By the buds of trees and grass of the meadows
By the wheat in ears...
I want to shout: my God,...
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