A keresés eredménye

I had an appointment

Versions: #2
There is the crowd all around, winding out of breath.
Stepping faster on the pavement, hurried steps on the side.
There is the city, vertical lines piling up in a capital.
I define my life in its wake, even taxis are out of time.
 
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
 
There are trains in the fog, no certainty in people's eyes
Just trajectories in the daily strife, would we come back if we got lost?
There is this ever faster race where all limits are wiped out.
Running pointlessly, but as it's done1, to think we're so alive.
 
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
 
There are days when we get bored, and nights when we don't care
There are billions of ants that would rather not be forsaken.
There are days when we get bored, and nights when we don't care
There are billions of ants that would rather not be forsaken.
 
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
 
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
I had an appointment, but, I had an appointment, but,
I had an appointment - Tell me, what is it we are chasing?
 

• 1. 'dans le vent' (into the wind) also means 'fashionable'

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We just pretend

We pile up worries,
worries waiting for things
to happen without a hitch,
without a hitch and for a while.
We hold on as long as we can,
as long as we manage, after all
not so well. Believe me or not,
believe me or not, I don't care.
 
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
What we say about what we see is so normal.
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
We just pretend, it's better that way1.
 
We think it will get better tomorrow,
it will get better, and yet we know
we'll grow old at the same spot2
We'll grow old holding hands,
always talking about the same things,
saying the same about the same things,
about our sappy love story
that went a bit too mushy3.
 
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
What we say about what we see is so normal.
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
We just pretend, it's better that way.
I know what you're thinking,
what you're about to say, about to do:
filling silences with sighs and keeping quiet.
Stepping into the dance of slightly bitter memories,
Taking a step back from each other and then seriously
going out for a breather.
 
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
What we say about what we see is so normal.
We just pretend, and after all it works pretty well.
We just pretend, it's better that way.
 

• 1. that plays on 'comme çi, comme ça' (so-so)
• 2. lit. 'we'll end up being old at the same spot'
• 3. lit. 'about our rose-perfumed story that no longer smells good'

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It's Life

Versions: #2
It's life which takes us along.
Each day, we improvise.
It's life which puts us on scene.
All the days, we disguise ourselves.
 
It's life which burns in our veins,
which promises us,
which walks us.
It's life, it's not sorrow
which surprises, which overworks us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.
 
It's life which resembles us
Each day, we unmask ourselves
It's life which resembles us
All the days we move.
 
It's life, the bohemian life
which promises us, which promises us
It's life, not a poem,
which surprises us, which overworks us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream
 
It's life, the life we love.
Each days reinvents itself.
It's life, the life we love.
All the days we begin anew.
 
It's artificial life
which promises us, which promises us.
It's life which calls us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.
 
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life which frees us.
It's life, it's not a dream,
but it's life that frees us.