A keresés eredménye
Találatok száma: 4
2018.06.18.
Nature
Versions: #2
It isn’t a matter of good images,
nor to show oneself with one's good looking.
The time for great speeches is over (no)
Nor political cants which turn around.
It’s a matter of respect,
for what we do now.
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us.
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
It’s not a question of zeal,
nor to drive out the naturalness.
Man is a wild animal
(hummm)
Who isn’t made for cages.
It’s a question of being 6 (six) billion
under the same roof, the same pond.
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us.
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
If I want to look at myself in a miror
And in the look of my children (no)
If one day I want to tell them directly
what we did, and what awaits them.
Because our future depends on our nature
And on what will be left behind us
There is only one life to live and one nature.
I would like to leave without regret behind me.
(I would like to go)
Because our future depends on our nature
(Without regret behind me)
And on what will be left behind us (oh, being able to leave)
I would like to leave without any regret behind me
(Oh, without any regret behind me)
I would like to leave without any regret behind me
2017.09.21.
Il est où bonheur
Versions: #2
Line 23 J'ái fait la cour, j'ai fait mon cirque
I courted, I messed up
2017.08.25.
40 years old tomorrow
Come on dude, don't let me go
We have seen or we will see things
Come on, yeah, if life punches you
You know we will swim in it
Come on, there is no problem, no
We will have no problem
Tonight I drink
Come with me dude
It will be easier I think
Yeah you know dude, I didn't see them coming
Neither pass by I think
You know, we have a lot of memories
But not enough, believe me
Yeah you know dude
To see my parents became older
Me, I cross my fingers
And tonight, you see
They had me, they will have you
You'll see
So I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
Remember dude
Forty years old it was old
When we were kids
Remember yeah
We used to turn our glasses
To see the age they gave us
Tonight I left my glass empty
Forty years old, it's tomorrow
And tomorrow, it's fall
So believe me dude
I am only a kid
And yet I'm a man
So I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
I'm forty years old tomorrow
Here it is dude
Before, I used to take my time
Tonight it is him who took me
We say that life's learning us things
Me, what does she has learned me ?
Two, three guitar chods, nothing big
Above all to say thank you
Because I live the life that makes dream
The kid I were at the bottom of my bed
Go check man
Tonight I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
And yes, I drown my sorrow
And it makes me feel good
I find myself in the middle of the road
A life half-full
My glass half-full
I'm twice my twenties
I'm forty years old tomorrow
Forty years old tomorrow
Foty years old tomorrow
And still a kid
2017.08.20.
The Parisienne Girl
She been living in Paris for less than three months
But she's already got the user manual down
She uses a whole lot of words that I don't get
Rides a Vespa
Her friends have strange names, Béné, Alix, F-X, at Lise-Ange
Like that, no it's not their names that bother me, nor their gear
She's always telling me we should catch up
And that we should do brunch one of these days
That we should check out a Larry Clark expo at 104
Why not?
But not tomorrow as Madam is overloaded
Always glued to her Macbook
And when she tells me that we can meet up on Facebook
It's a slap in the face
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris, It's not that I'm criticising
It's so different, past the ring-road
No longer the same music, the same outfits
Her mother, her mates and her catholic votes
I see her less often because Madame, yeah
Is going to the seaside for Easter
Her friends have big pads, Saint-Briac
I don't know the place
Me, my beardy face and my accent
I know, that makes her right-minded friends smile
And even so I wait for her, often in the wind
I'd like her to be a bit more like she was before
But her and her Vélib, her organic tomatoes and her iPhone
Her Boston terrier
Me, the rain batters me
While I waste hours at her intercom
But nobody's home
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
Madam is chic
Aperatif Paris style by the Seine
Madam complicates her life
Trying to be bohemian
Madam is chic
American Apparel, H&M
He's a hippie chic
But where is she, the lady I love?
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand a thing she says
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
She wears white Converse
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes
She lives in Paris
I think she's forgetting about me
She's got new friends
You know, new clothes
And me I hang around on the banks of the Seine
But where is she, the lady I love
I don't understand what she says anymore
She lives in Paris
I hope that nothing changes