Norman - Internet de l'époque dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre
The Internet of old days
It was the time of the Internet of old days
At the time, there were no pokes
We didn't google, we lycosed on Lycos
We planned dates at night on MSN, to send each other wizzes
Phones didn't have 4G
Phones were made to make calls
And work out
It was the time of terrible connections
There were balls inside our mice
There was no Tinder, nor even Adopte un mec
So to hook up, we chatter on Caramail or on Voila.fr
We had nicknames but no profile pictures
To met in real, it was not easy
'-Is it you nono26 ?
-Yes, that's me, and you are hottieblondefromparis?
-Yes!'
It was the time that when you surfed
Your parents couldn't use the phone
'Allo? Norman, turn off your internet'
No Deezer, nor Spotify, it was Winamp's time
LimeWire, Morpheus, eMule, ShareHazard or Kazar
To download a movie took three weeks with no break
Every other time, it was a fake
'I didn't know that scene was in Toy Story. It's super well-done, we would like to be there.'
At the time, we had floppy drives
We accessed the internet on Netscape
No Wikipedia, we consulted Encarta
The Internet was not well-known
Especially by high-school teachers
In homework assignments, we could copy and paste
Without getting caught
'-So Norman, this is incredible, from a 3 you now scored a 20/20! -Well, you know, I really like everything about Merovingian Mesopotamia, it's my thing
-Well, it's incredible, congratulations, I'm proud of you Norman. It's really amazing, young man, that's for sur.'
It was the time when we burned CDs
CDs that were as blank as my sexual history
There was no Youporn, xVideos or xHamster
Adult websites were a little dull
There were only pictures
Including connection, loading took so long
That often we fantasized on hair in a bun
'Oh shit, shit, shit, oh oh oh...'
It was the time of land lines
At breakfast, we ate Kix cereals
Ebay didn't even exist
Some people remember iBazar
Back then, everyone thought it was cool to have a MySpace account
With Tom, we were all friends
That dude had a single picture of himself
'-Hey Tom
-Yeah? Wait I wasn't ready
Oh, that's fine, it doesn't matter, it's not like you were going to keep that picture your whole life
-That's for sure!'
It was the time of the old Internet
Internet from before Copains d'avant
There was no Nyan Cat, with Hugo, we started videos
At the time there was no Nabilla
There were real buzz, ma'am
There was Star Wars Kid, Afro Ninka, Keyboard Car, the Chipmunk and of course, Kamini:
'I didn't come from the ghetto, but the beat was good (the beat was good)
I wasn't from Paris, but from Marly-Gaumont!'
Seriously, these were the good time, ma'am
I also remember him:
'Computer Engineer...'
Well yeah young man, we had a two hour per month plan, on Liberty Surf, Alice, Wanadoo, AOL or Club Internet. Well yeah there was no wi-fi, only 56k modems
We couldn't send snapchats, nor sextos, we showed our dicks in real! Heat it up PV, heat it up!
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2024.11.25.
Chrysanthemum
(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
2024.11.25.
Mr. Gershwin
In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
2024.11.25.
In Vain
Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
2024.11.25.
Going even further (Reprise)
Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further