A keresés eredménye

That everything's black

Days which resemble only the shadow of the night
Silence which echoes like a scream in the soul
When the eyelids don't even have the force of a storm
When the flood carries me away I can no longer see the shore
Love which wasn't born at the right time
When spring forgets to open its buds
The ever full moons which no longer smile at me
Like playing chess when the queen is lost
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you, tell me
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade
 
My knowledge which resembles nothing but the shadow of doubt
The good which does bad things when the bad overpowers you
When there's a monsoon in the heart of the iris
Spoiling the corn just before the harvest
I know I've lost you over the years
And you said a hundred times that you wouldn't come back
So I can leave like a lonely wolf
Lying down close to a beech to pass away
I would have wanted you to be that someone
With you I wanted so much to be someone else than who I am
Emballish the world in the depth of your belly
Forget who I am and close my eyes
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Like a sad ship
Which doesn't know where to sail
 
When you're so lonely that even loneliness
Seems to be a friend whom you're leaving
The one who's by your side since your first breath
Who wouldn't leave you from this day on
When you no longer know that one day you were able to laugh
When the bad chose your soul as its empire
When all the romantics and the sad in this world
Chose your heart to cry in there
 
That everything's black
That everything's black
How can I tell you
That everything's black
How I fear
How I freeze
How can I tell you
When you're not there
That I am nothing
Without you
How can I tell you
How can I tell you
That I am like a smile
Without you
Which doesn't know
Where to fade
 

Webcams of our loves

I think the computer is crying
I think he broke his heart
In the memories of hard drives
What's left of the adventures?
 
She had the eyes of the pixels
In her vulgarity, I thought pretty
The seconds spent watching her
Under her parasol, undressing
 
Here we are, I've put my blue three-piece
I've got my debit card ready
I have a date with the girls
With the eyes of the shining computer
I like when they undress
Their breasts hanging to my rags
We should never say farewell
We should not fall in love
 
But me, I fell in love1
So, every night I see her
Eva, Maria, or whomever
On the velvet sofa
 
She is showing me everything, just for me
She's slowly removing her stockings
And me, I swear to you, I believe her
When she's whispering very low to me
On the webcams of our loves
The both of us, we said for ever
Me, I had put my blue three-piece
When I fell in love
Of an undressed for the networks
Of a writing looking for its words
To give people a hard-on
There are philanthropic bar codes
 
Breasts hanged to the passing days
She's selling her ass on the crossroads
She snatched my debit card
Pixels deep in her eyes
Me, I lost the connexion
So, I'm here like an asshole
Lights in the back lights
My love left for ever
 
I would like to take her to the sun
I would like to take her away from the crowds
The castaways of the virtuals
Lost in the battering of the swells
I'd like to tell her that she's really pretty
And it doesn't matter if my eyes are flowing
In my heart she put some sky
Some splendid on the crossroads
 
The others, they say I'm crazy
I sing her name in the bars
The others, you know, I don't care
I have hope to see her again
One day, on the corner, my Estonian
Of a street, she will say hello to me
Like a ship at the bottom of the plains
She'll make me see love again
 
I like when you undress
Under the shining eyes of the computer
 
On the webcams of our loves
 
On the webcams of our loves
When will be the smell? When will be the pout?
Of my eyes drowned into yours?
When will be the touch of perfume?
Concerts on your phone
And the stupid things you're humming
Cultures to the fire, matters to the fire
They defeated our ephemerals
On the webcams of our loves
Don't get me wrong, I like
Throwing my flame to the great void
The all free that we sell to nothingness
On the webcams of our loves
Pixelating crying for help
Frequencies looking for daylight
On the webcams of our loves
Come on, come back to drown my sorrows
My lonelinesses in the gloomy plains
Come on, come back to do the loves
Come back, you, my shipwreck
Come back, your pretty face
Come back to take the trips
Of those oceans without shores
 
And if our venoms are lonely
The virtuals tasting like the sky
Among all the whores of the net
The missing girls in the tempests
Me, I'm searching like a cast away
But to how to find her?
This body lost in the tempests
My love forever is gone
On the webcams of our loves
My love, O my love
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
Gone devouring in the matrix
My love was rated X
 

• 1. Here he is actually using the English syntax of 'falling in love', when in French we would say 'tomber amoureux' which would roughly translate to 'fall loving'

My European

She is Gallic with little white wine
She is against governments
She is not the daughter of religions
She is not a moneywhore
She is wind from the North or the West
She is wind from the South or the East
She is homeless in the street
She is always a waste of time
She is a gypsy she is profane
She is when the Gallic woman glides
She is always the smoker of joints
She sleeps in the train stations
She is in solidarity with the combat
She is Warsaw, Messina
She is not a banker for a penny
She is not boots at attention
She is homeless without borders
She is against totalitarianism
She is 'Fuck you with your money'
Come on, go get a brunette
She is my face of Picasso
She is all my friends with a paintbrush
Kusturica Sarajevo
The Gestapo is not far away
 
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She doesn't really have borders
Her body is the entire planet
No offense to the bourgeoisie
You know, this is my European, to me
 
She is keupon rat on the shoulder
She is the prison tattoo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'give me a tango'
She is the destiny of origins
She has greco-latin roots
She is against the bank union
She is my revolutionaries
 
She is friends with Mimi Pinson
She is Romania without money
She is guillotine for the kings
She is rather like you and me
She is not from the media I think
She is not a bourgeois politician
She is a peasant in combat
She is a partisan when she drinks
 
She is a licensed worker
No, she's not the daughter of progress
She is a bandoneon in the métro
She is rather Manu Crado
She is northern, north-african
She is a little baltic too
She looks like a greek statue
She looks like Italy
It seems from Paris to Venice
It seems from Namur to the Marquesa Islands
It's Gauguin who paints the Earth
Like a paintbrush tells you my brother
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
 
She is not Merkel or Hollande
It's not false propaganda
Hate speech in the pub
She is romanian in the métro
 
She does not have a round end of the month
No offense to the bourgeoisie
She is not Mercedes I believe
She is rather Greek in combat
 
She is Swedish threesomes
She is my tab when I drink
She is greco-latin, Germanic
She is British when she hangs out
She loves bars, she loves beer
She loves the smell of the people
She is part wolf part dog
She is from where we are from, wherever we come from
 
She is Barcelona at heart
She is Venice, she is Verona
It's not the market of London
It's the hell of the Babylons
She is Cherbourg Saint-Petersburg
She is all the prostitutes of Hamburg
She is Russia, American
You know me, my republic hate
 
She is polka in the métros
She is gypsy she is Djangi
She is not the Calais ghetto
She is not the kingdom of the ticket
She is flamenco under Franco
She is the smile of the proletarian
She is the little morning in the pub
She is the face of Greta Garbo
She is the sobbing accordion
She is 'Give me a tango'
She has Ukrainian beauty
My European is not Brussels
My European is not Geneva
She's not the money you walk or die
You know, for me, my European
She is not what happens on the radios
She is not what we read on social media
 
She is German, she is English
She is Flemish, she is French
She is Bulgarian, she is Slovak
Fist lifted against the truncheon
My Spaniard, my Italian
In farandole my European
She is Lithuanian, she is Hungarian
She is Walloon, she is from Liège
She is baltic, she is bohemian
My Bolshevik, my Norwegian
She is Athenian, she is Danish
She fucks me my Swedish woman
She is latin, anglo-saxon
And often it's true she is stupid
She is a continent with an old history
She is often at trading posts
 
She is Welsh, she is Gallic
She especially knows how to leave me the tab
She is the Polish revolter
She has blood from Northern Ireland
She is a greco-roman statue
You would see her, my European
My Venus for me when I hang out
More than everything, my European
 
Whether she is Chinese or Japanese
She can even be American
From Saigon to Tian'anmen
You know, for me, my European
She can come from all the lands
As long as she sings to me about missionaries
Yeah, it's sure, she has no borders
 
She has the body of the entire Earth
 

Breathless

Defining the possible to defy the impossible
And exploding my heart.
I no longer give a fuck
Repelling limits and reading your hand
Surfing on the oceans,
Never touching bottom
Always these highways
Our hearts in the cemetery
Ideals to the fire, ideals to the fire
 
No doubt you will be my death,
I hope you will still be...
Breathless
Because every night at her aurora
Because Lisa still sings
Breathless
 
You know well that we are alive
As long as we are ignorant
Breathless
And the last of the judgements,
It can come, we will wait
Breathless
 
There is no use in thinking,
Immortal is the wound
From avoiding the combat
But you are familiar with it
Reaching summits
That we may bite the dust
And believing in ideas, it's no longer for me
 
You know well that we are alive
As long as we are ignorant
Breathless
And the last of the judgements,
It can come, we will wait
Breathless
 

Children of Paradise

They were smiles, they were sobs
They were those laughs that make the songs of birds
They were mornings when we go to the seashore
They were the heart of sadness, they were the heart of light
They were poems, they were birds
They were the «I love you»'s that we say on the bank of the creek
They were from the café, they were from the pub
they were foreigners, they were without flags
 
They were from Paris, they were from the provinces
They were the hearts of rain who make hearts that squeal
They were full of life, they had the eye of Spring
They were the hearts that laugh when heaven is crying
They were promises, they were becoming
They were much too young, yes, to have to depart
They were the sons of the East or sons of the West
Children of paradise, children of the Bataclan
 
They were French hearts, or international hearts
They were the dew that cries from under the shawl
They were promises, they were buds
Who make sadness grow, they were songs
They were families, they were friends,
They were what shines in the night sky
They were lovers, those who were huddled together
One against the other, against tyranny
 
They were like me, they were like you
They were not warriors, but they died in combat
They were hearts of love, they were hearts that fight
And who will always fight even beneath the cross
They were these friends who I did not know
They were my country and yours too I believe
They will stay Paris, Paris will always remember
These friends, the light will shine
 
They were called 'I love you', they were called youth
They were called poem, they were called tenderness
They were called sister, they were called brother
They were called little girl, they were called little boy
They were called joy and nonviolence
They were called, I believe, the children of France
Of all horizons and of all names
They were called love and horizon
 
They called Jacques Brel and I think Barbara
They were called heaven, they were called 'why'
Forever sleeps here the horror of the hollows
He who joins the eternal, goes innocent, I believe
They were lifted fists, tjey were our concerts
They were tightened hearts, yes, in the face of the torturers
They were the hearts of carnations, flowers in the face of shootings
In our grieving hearts, we cry for our friends
 
To the innocent who is killed, yes, fallen under the bullets
To the unknown soldier under the horror of gunfire
If these are the dead letters, the hymns of sorrow
Because knocking at the door are the plains of Verdun
If fallen tonight, on this black Friday,
The brothers of my country, leaving us desperate
My country, your culture is dead, assassinated
But you know my culture will never die
 
You my country of Molière, you my country of Vinci
You my country of Voltaire, you my country of Valmy
You my country the Earth, you my country Paris
You my country on the ground, stand up my country
You my country of light, you my country of life
My literary country, my country of sad life
You my country, my brothers, you brother of my country
As we cherish our mothers, we cherish our fatherland.
 

Skateboard

My dreams in my head
And the world at my feet
On my skateboard
I'm the knight
Guided by light
Of continents of fire
Under helicopters
We trace both
An infinite line
Across the sky
Within the fire
The dove will survive
Race between the buildings
Our suicidal souls
Rockslide in the parking lot
Up to the heart of the artery
 
Behold that you kiss me
And may everything become beautiful
May the skateboard
Resemble a boat
May the tarmac
Become the Atlantic
May our souls become
The Pacific
 
Here we are in the crowd
The fire-eaters
Carried away by the swell
Carried away by your eyes
We play tambourine
On the body of Hell
Up to the little day
Make love to the earth
 
My dreams in my head
And the world at my feet
On my skateboard
I am the knight
I'm touring all the worlds
On my piece of wood
I have heart in winter
The sky belongs to me
 
There it's me who kisses you
Alone from life
At this time that breaks itself
You have shining eyes
The Americas are far
On the docks of hope
The tellers of grief
For the crowd that dances
The children of cement
The children of country
In the whirlwind of time
You look for a companion
To watch the world end with
I'm going alone
Nails in my hopes
And beyond the seas
 
My dreams in my head
And the world at my feet
On my skateboard
I am the knight
I'm touring all the worlds
On my piece of wood
I have heart in winter
The sky belongs to me
 
A new day awakens
In the lights of the town
 
Who rises up for hope
Your eyes are shining
 
Our two hearts are kissing
And everything that becomes beautiful
And the skateboard
Resembles a boat
And then this pavement
That becomes the Atlantic
Our souls that drown themselves
In the Pacific
 
Regardless of the storm
And the burnt earth
My wine will be yours
Girls and conquests
If your heart is hurt
My wine will be yours
Regardless of the country
Regardless of destiny
What's mine will be yours
Regardless of what these loves are
That lose themselves on the path
What's mine will be yours
 
Our dreams in our heads
And the world at our feet
On our skateboards
We are the knights
Guided by light
Of continents of fire
Under helicopters
We trace both
An infinite line
Across the sky
Within the fire
The dove will survive
Race between the buildings
Our suicidal souls
Rockslide in the parking lot
Up to the heart of the artery
 
My dreams in my head
And the world at my feet
On my skateboard
I am the knight
I'm touring all the worlds
On my piece of wood
I have heart in winter
The sky belongs to me
 
Your dreams in your head
And the world at your feet
On your skateboard
You are the knight
You're touring all the worlds
On your piece of wood
You have heart in winter
The sky is yours
 
You have heart in winter
The sky is yours
 
You have heart in winter
The sky is yours
 

Miami

Cocaine, cocaine...
Cocaine, cocaine...
 
The chicks are happy and their asses, what's more to say?
At the outdoor clubs we can see the sea
and the dolphins that swim
Here, even sunlight is for sale
In my Hummer, I smoke cynicism
In my fingers, Cuban cigars
Which I push deep into your bleeding thighs
I sell them the powder and their eyes say yes
 
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
 
The golden boys and carpet salesmen
They definitely are the most popular nowadays
Next to the sacks of meat
When they see the money
And the Colombian woman
And the girls that scream 'Iami, Iami'
On the dancefloor, and I have to say
There's babes and there's heaven
In the eyes of this world that doesn't question anything
Plastic implants in their breasts
Everything has a price and nothing has value
Orgies on video, reality blows up
In the eyes of these idiots online
Who dream of Malibu and pornos
Victims of fascism rule here
Me, I'm the Fuhrer and I've got an army of women
Begging on their knees
They have the bodies of pornstars and the hearts of virgins
And in the snow (cocaine), the see infinity
 
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
 
Mia, mia, mia
Mia, mia, mia
Mia, mia, mia
Mi Miam, hola hola
X2
 
The chicks are happy and their asses, what's more to say?
At the outdoor clubs we can see the sea
and the dolphins that swim
Here, even sunlight is for sale
In my Hummer, I smoke cynicism
In my fingers, Cuban cigars
Which I push deep into your thighs
Which bleed glasses of champagne
I sell them the powder and their eyes say yes
The golden boys and carpet salesmen
They definitely are the most popular nowadays
Next to the sacks of meat
When they see the money
And the Colombian woman
And the girls that scream 'Iami, Iami'
On the dancefloor, and I have to say
There's babes and there's heaven
In the eyes of this world that doesn't question anything
Plastic implants in their breasts
Everything has a price and nothing has value
 
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
Mia, mia, Miami
 
Nanana olala
Nanana olala
Nanana olala
Nanana rabababa
Miami Miami
Cocaïne cocaïne