A keresés eredménye

Your fight

Versions: #1
Come on, I won’t let your arms lowered any longer
Come on, I won’t release you, I won’t release you, hear me
No matter how many time it will take
Your fight, hear me
Is my fight
 
When happiness fades
When love cracks
When life doesn’t smile at you anymore
The people whom you see passing by
Are vivid, while you
You shout at them claiming that you don’t endure it anymore
Plus, nothing compensates
Your eternal absence
When you just see the walls
More sun, more storms
More mad laughs, no rage
When you just see the future
It will suffice that a hand touches yours
That your glance meets my eyes tomorrow
 
Come on, I won’t let your arms lowered any longer
Come on, I won’t release you, I won’t release you, hear me
No matter how many time it will take
Your fight, hear me
Is my fight
 
Before the first sign
Before you fall apart
Before you lose your feet
We will make every effort
Towards your bliss
It doesn’t matter how much it will cost
I will take you to the corners
Where your singing resounds
And nobody judges anybody
We will rebuild a live
Step by step, you shall heal, you will heal
It will suffice that your hand touches mine
That your glance meets my eyes tomorrow
 
Come on, I won’t let your arms lowered any longer
Come on, I won’t release you, I won’t release you, hear me
No matter how many time it will take
Your fight, hear me
Is my fight
 

Polaroid

First hour, last metro
To drown in a last drink
Your smile on the photos
From my face upside down
Dream of Montmartre in winter
Then of seaside resorts
At night, everything seems clear to me
 
Oh-oh-oh
Your face on my Polaroid
Yesterday in the void
Oh-oh-oh
A shot that won’t take life
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
It’s either too late or too early
I’d like to capture the light
When you make a scene
That you don’t see very clearly
You’re sailing in a desert
You’re on fire, then you get lost
In an everyday journey
Yes, but upside down
 
Oh-oh-oh
Your face on my Polaroid
Yesterday in the void
Oh-oh-oh
A shot that won’t take life
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
We let go straight down the slope
We’ll not even spend the winter
The tomorrows often sing
What the night often loses
 
Oh-oh-oh
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure (for sure)
Framed in white
You’re pretty good (pretty good)
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 
Hanging to the wall
You won’t move, that’s for sure (for sure)
Framed in white
You’re pretty good
Hanging to the wall
You won’t fall, that’s for sure
Frozen in time
You’re pretty good
 

Pulse quickening sands

Lying on warm sand
I was counting the grains1 of your skin
while you swam in murky waters2,
between a shovel and a rake3.
Be it from desire or sunlight,
I felt like I was melting and burning.
We felt so alive back then,
feeling our blood boil and pulse.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands4,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning5
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 
I recall the waves and the sea too
dancing in the foam in our glasses,
making us drunk with salty winds.
We huddle together6 all night long.
Listen to our laughter rippling
in the summer sky like waves on clear water7.
We didn't realize we were writing
the most beautiful pages of our story.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 
Lying on warm sand
I was counting the grains of your skin
while you swam in murky waters,
between a shovel and a rake.
Be it from desire or sunlight,
I felt like I was melting and burning.
Even the dazzled sun
leaned to kiss you.
 
You know, the pulse quickening sands,
the more you grow up, the more you sink into them.
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if time flows
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
Even if the tide is turning
this month of August never ends.
This month of August, ..., never ends
 

• 1. luckily the pun works also in English
• 2. lit. 'between two [layers of] water'
• 3. 'une pelle' is also a French kiss and 'un râteau' is also a (sentimental) rejection
• 4. sables mouvants -> quicksand
  émouvant -> moving, stirring
• 5. French uses 'wind' to express the same idea
• 6. pun on 'on se ressert' (we refill our glasses)
• 7. 'ricocher' can be used for ricochetting stones on water, so the verb can evoke rippling laughter and skipping stones

This translation does not claim to be of any particular value.
Glad if you liked it, sorry if you didn't.
You can reuse it as you please.
Glad if it's for knowledge or understanding, sorry if it's just for money or fame.

Arcadian madness

You can find her anchored on my skin
Every evening she recovers
She will make for you go off the rails
The Arcadian madness
 
You can fall above in the subway
She takes place solo or in several
She will sometimes make you lose the reason
 
You feel the pulsations
Pat, pat on the box , make the sound resound
You feel going up the pressure
 
Ohoh ohoh
Arcadian madness
The one that we love
The one who takes away us from our problems
Ohoh ohoh
Arcadian madness
The one that we love
The only one and only which flows into our veins
Oh, oh, oh...
 
15 hours of the matt, the day gets up
We debrief the evening of the day before
In an after-party on the banks of the Seine
The Arcadian madness
Jam and concert, three festivals
We put the sound, the basses completely
Arcadian original
In the sound of our voices everything mixes
It is not commonplace
 
You feel the pulsations
Pat, pat on the box make the sound resound
You feel going up the pressure
 
Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love the One who takes away us from our problems Ohoh ohoh Arcadian madness the One that we love The only one and the unique which flows into our veins
 
It is a philosophy Yes it is a state of mind
 
Arcadian madness
 
Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love the One who takes away us from our problems Ohoh ohoh Arcadian Madness the One that we love The only one and the unique which flows into our veins Oh, oh, oh ...
 
Arcadian madness
 

Your fight

Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
 
When Happiness Fades
When love breaks
When life no longer smiles
Passers-by that you see
Are alive while you
You shout at them that you can not take any more
Nothing compensates
Your eternal absence
When you only see walls
More sun, storm
No laughing, no rabies
When you do not see the future
It would be enough for a hand to touch yours
May your eyes look to tomorrow
 
Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
(X2)
 
Before the first sign
Before you fell
Before you lose your foot
Every effort will be made to
We will go to your happiness
No matter what it costs
I'll take you to the corners
Where it sings and it sounds
And nobody judges anyone
We'll rebuild a life
Step by step, you heal - you will heal
It would be enough that your hand touches mine
May your eyes look to tomorrow
 
Come on, I will not let your arms down any longer
Come on, I will not let go, I will not let go, you hear me
It will take the time it will take
And your fight, you hear me
This is my fight
(X2)