A keresés eredménye

Cinema

On the pictureless screen of my sleepless nights1
I shoot my own fantasies2
with no money nor camera.
Bardot3 can take a break,
you are my only star.
 
No matter how hard I try, no way I can tell you I love you.
I've got plenty of heart but little guts,
that's why I take revenge
on the pictureless screen of my sleepless nights,
where I shoot my own fantasies.
 
First, a close-up on your hips,
then a travelling panorama
on your king size breasts,
that's how my movie starts.
A smile on my face, I step toward you.
 
Six feet tall,
my sleeves bulging with muscles,
I'm the peerless star4 of my sleepless nights
when I shoot my own fantasies.
You soon end up in my arms.
 
The bed comes like an avalanche
on the pictureless screen of my sleepless nights
where I shoot my own fantasises.
Once, twice, ten, twenty times
I shoot the same sequence
 
where you fall into my arms.
I shoot every night,
even on sundays.
Sometimes the doorbell rings. I open the door, it's you!
Will I grab you by the hips,
like on the screen of my sleepless nights?
I won't. I just say 'how are you doing?'
and take you to the flicks.
 

• 1. a sleepless night is called a 'white night' in French, making for a nice pun on 'black screen'. I could only try to match it by repeating 'less'. Not nearly as good as the original I'm afraid.
• 2. 'se faire du cinéma' ('make oneself some cinema') means 'delude oneself', especially about a romantic relationship
• 3. Brigitte Bardot, as famous a sex symbol in France as Marilyn Monroe in the US
• 4. 'punching through the screen' means having a great presence

Cécile, my daughter

Versions: #2
She wanted a child
I didn't want any.
But however it was easy for her
With her aguments
To find a dad for you,
Cécile, my daughter.
 
When her belly was round,
Laughing loud,
She said to me 'Come on, be happy,
It will be a boy'!
And here you are,
Cécile, my daughter.
 
And here you are
And here I am.
I am thirty,
You are 6 months.
Face to face,
Eye to eye,
Which of both is the most surprised ?
 
A long time before you were born,
I had known many girls
Playing with my heart,
From the brunette won
To the blond I'd lost,
Cécile, my daughter.
 
And I know that soon
You too, will have
Some ideas and some romances,
Sweet words on your tops
And hands on your pants,
Cécile, my daughter.
 
I will wait for you all night long
I will hear you enter noiselessly.
But in the morning, I will be perturbated
In front of your eyes more clear than ever.
 
I wish someone will touche you forever,
Just like I'm doing it now,
Just like my breath on your lashes,
My kiss on your lips,
In you children sleep,
Cécile, my daughter.