A keresés eredménye oldal 3

Caesar

From a time between two eras
Read the message
Of happy people
In a reign that was in every way similar
To that of gods
The perishable life
Of Caesar, Caesare, Of Caesar
 
When for him the ocean settles down
Under his ships
And flows like palm oil
When the crimson waves move forward
The horizon capsizes, and Caesar advances
Caesar, Caesare, Caesar, Caesare, Caesar, Caesare
 
Ancient strongholds built on the continent
Along African shores
Salt marshes reclaimed from Western ochre soil
Hands oustretched towards those who would be unaware
Of the ships with four (?) and the (?) beaten
Reflecting on a thousand soldiers defeated
By Caesar, Caesare, by Caesar
 
Standing up on his deathbed, like parchment
Already dead as he falls under the blows
All over as they say, of his elder son
Perhaps shall we see tomorrow
Our children raise against us the sword
Of Caesar, Caesare
 

When a woman

When a woman
Gets up in the morning
Heats some water
Examines her hands
Gets out on the front
Of her cottage
Then perhaps she remembers
Unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded of paper
Under a small cushion
As soft as a loafer
 
Gets up in the morning
Heats some water
Looking in the distance
To know what the sky may bring
If it will rain tomorrow
These are unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded paper
As soft as a pillow
That one, that very one
On which so long ago
Someone had written
The end of this poem
Of this story
 
Lets water run down
Along the small of her back
Along her spine
And then she remembers
Like a folded paper
Under a small cushion
As soft as a loafer
Those unknown things
She had forgotten
Like a folded paper
Under a small cushion
 
Those unknown things
She had forgotten
An enamelled saucer
Lit up by a ray of sunlight
 

What use is the past ?

What use is the past
Men and animals we knew
Foutains where we drank
Everything is short-lived
A milestone along the ditch
A hand-to-hand fight
 
Even the names that were intertwined
In the stone are now rubbed out
And under the thin and cold rain
Even the oak will lie on the ground
Between two dry flowers
And I shall walk away
Towards the future
Caricature
Just like the skin of a fruit
Of what used to be
Of what fades away
Of what used to be
A river
Enchanted
A river
 
Blackbird and thrush have sung
But say who heard them
In the garden, in the orchard
We were all herdsmen or sheperds
But something must have changed
To blur out the usefulness
Of the past
Men and animals we knew
Our toys are now broken
 
What's the use they met
What's the use they loved each other
If everything keeps going without them
Even the stone is rubbed out
At the place they kissed
At the place they told each other everything
 
Is there a single oak tree standing
Between two dry flowers
And I shall walk away
Towards the future
Towards the frame
Just like the skin of a fruit
Of what used to be
Of what fades away
Of what used to be
A river
Enchanted
A river
 
Is there the slightest mud stain
Or did they make love standing up
In the silks, in the clothes
Let those who knew speak out
But everything dissolves everythink is drunk
Like a hemlock goblet
In the silks, in the clothes
Let those who knew speak out
But everything is dissolved...
 
To the riches of Mysore
To the strands of Cebu
To the riches of Mysore
Let them speak out
But everything is dissolved
In the silks, in the clothes
Like a hemlock goblet
Like a hemlock
Like a hemlock goblet
Like a hemlock
 

In my cradle I can hear

In my cradle I can hear
I can hear the melody of the wind
Like a young child
They hold his hand
They teach him things
All dressed in pink
And white satin
And white satin
 
In my cradle I can hear
I can hear the melody of the wind
From the deep of my dream
Like a buttercup
It has nothing but the sun
It has nothing but the sun
And trees rustling
And trees rustling
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
 
Like a young child
They hold his hand
They teach him things
All dressed in pink
And white satin
 
I can hear the melody of the wind
From the deep of my dream
Like a buttercup
It has nothing but the sun
It has nothing but the sun
And the green of trees
And the green of trees
And leaves rustling
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
And the song of life
 

24 hours in love

I don't even know it myself, but, oh, it feels so good
When you laugh, my heart skips a beat
My thoughts are full of you, to the brim
 
I don't sleep anymore because I keep myself up
When I sleep all I dream of is you
Oh, it's a fairy tale and that's isn't wrong
Even though it seems my heart has been hypnotized
 
Oh, I'm in love with you 24 hours a day
Oh, in love with you 24 hours a day
 
I'm drawn to you, like a magnet
I don't know what I should do
Is this it, tell me please...
If you feel this, are you truly in love?
 

Stay With Me

Suddenly a square, suddenly a bar
Suddenly some wine, suddenly (I'm) confused
Suddenly you, sitting next to me
Ah, suddenly you, who I worship so
 
For me, these are the most beautiful hours.
This can't last long enough for me
Saying nothing, (we're) just looking at each other
Yeah, this is truly what I want to succumb to
I'd give all time for this
You don't know me, yet you belong in my life
Maybe it's a lot I want
Only for you, I'm willing to waste my time
 
(chorus)
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
No, I will never get tired of you
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
No, I will never get tired of you
 
I don't even know your name, yet you're with me
I'm now rhyming a poem for you
And everyday I spent waiting for you
You cause me sleepless nights
 
Don't know anything to sya
or to explain
I close my eyes
and meet you
 
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
No, I will never get tired of you
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
 
No, I will never get tired of you
For me, these are the most beautiful hours.
This can't last long enough for me
Saying nothing, (we're) just looking at each other
Yeah, this is truly what I want to succumb to
I'd give all time for this
You don't know me, yet you belong in my life
Maybe it's a lot I want
Only for you, I'm willing to waste my time
 
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
No, I will never get tired of you
Stay with me
It'd be too good if you asked me this now
Don't leave
 
No, I will never get tired of you
For me, these are the most beautiful hours.
This can't last long enough for me
Saying nothing, (we're) just looking at each other
Yeah, this is truly what I want to succumb to
I'd give all time for this
You don't know me, yet you belong in my life
Maybe it's a lot I want
Only for you, I'm willing to waste my time
 
Stay with me
Stay with me
Don't leave
Don't leave
Stay with me
Stay with me
Don't leave
Don't leave
 

Enter the dream

Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Start again other people's life from where you left it
When the day is done
See colors, see shapes
In a word walk while the others sleep
See colors, see shapes
Towns becoming towns right by the night
With animals walking silently
In your back, fear always follows you
 
Pull the sheet back over your eyes and
Enter the dream
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done
To find your wounded love
At the bottom of the drawer where you left it
To find your wounded love
Cut the world in pieces with a razor blade
To see the black pit inside the fruit
Life is not what they want us to believe
Life is not life
 
Life is not what they want us to believe
The sheet of despair is better
As life is not what they want us to believe, then
The sheet of despair is better
Pull the sheet back over your eyes
Turn on the marvellous screen
When the day is done
 

He who walks ahead

He who walks ahead
You have known him for a long time
You see his back, you know how he is inside
He walks in the storm
And you don't hear him
It's never the right time
In the old days he was a leader
Now he is nothing, the soil is glassy
The road is black like licorice
The trees planted in olden days
Shed on him with their wooden hair
Both sun and shade
You have little love left for him now
But you will follow him till the end
Till the end
Till the end...
 
Remember, when you met him
That often you were naked
You see what he has become
It's you who drag the case
With the years you have put inside of it
Time has no more hold over you
Only hide and skin remain
Of the suit and the coat
You used to put on his back
Close your eyes, think it over
He who walks ahead
So that your heart may hurt
As his own hurts to be like this
You have little love left for him now
But you will follow him till the end
Of memories
Till the end
Till the end...
 
He who walks ahead
He who walks ahead
He who walks ahead
You know him
You know him
You know him
 

Obok

I don't belong to your world
You don't belong to mine
But you get used to anything
And sometimes I turn around
As I go on without you
 
You may turn the other cheek one thousand times
Split your coat
You may carry your cross
Fair enough, but I did carry mine
From Obok to Lalibela
I have kept a few nails
Hammered, hammered
Hammered, hammered
 
I don't belong to your world
To your wisemen, your marabouts
Who read in animal guts
I don't belong to a century
That boils like a pot
Of tasteless soup
 
Suddenly you turn round
As if you wanted to split wood
And set fire everywhere
As I did you see
From Obock to Lalibela
I have kept a few bruises
Hammered, hammerred
Hammerred
 
From the hill of Saint-Cloud
Sometimes I turn around
Like a ship without mast
I go without you
 
You may turn the other cheek one thousand times
Split your coat
You may carry your cross
As I did carry mine, see
You see, from Obok to Lalibela
I have kept a few bruises
Hammered, hammered
Hammered
 
Hammered, hammered
 

To whom love failed

To whom love failed, who didn't love
To the one who never touched her fragrant lips
Never felt her dark look
Her hurting eyes, disarmed by fever
 
To the one who never pointed at the deep wound
The tearing pain of the beloved one
And the most commonplace daily moments
Becoming precious without meaning to
 
Like a plant you pull up
From the soil, from the compost 1
Like a hand you set free
 
But for sure these two will lose their eyesight
In the midst of heavenly bliss
Together blind to the cruel world
With no need to hide anymore
 
Like a plant you pull up
From the soil, from the compost
Like a hand you set free
 
To whom this caress was never given
To the one who never touched the thick grass
That shivers and bows as in times past
But these holes are sockets through which the air blows
 
And in the end I couldn't care less about it
Perhaps shall I disappear in a fold of nothingness
For having been together, leaving nothing more than
A feeling that vanishes in tears and water
 
Like a plant you pull up
From the soil, from the compost
And remains attached by its stem
And will neither grow nor die nor pass
Simply decay
Who didn't know
Who didn't love...
 

Bad karma

It's big, it's big,
you can always see
such a white, white sand.
Yet the world is enclosed regardless,
inside a screen.
You can see men, women and children moving
inside a screen.
But someone plays up there,
pulls the neck downward.
Things go about,
switch on and off
and are happy and bleed
endlessly
on this screen, on this screen.
 
No future, no past,
not the slightest reason to live,
no reason to exist.
No future, no past either,
and yet you have to cross
from one shore to the other.
 
Never look through the rear window
at the lizards bogged down under the stone benches
at the buffalos stuck in the river sand banks,
temples bared, hair pulled back,
temples bared, hair pulled back,
 
Look and see darkness passing by,
Look and see darkness and lights passing by (x2)
 
Bad karma.
And since ten thousand years the mark of a finger
pushing the wheel,
the wheel of law.
Slam the door and shudder, shudder...
 
No future, no past,
now where are the roads,
the faded roads?
What have become of all
our thoughts?
This world is bound to break.
 
What has become of all our past lives,
the marches on which we all danced,
our acts, our gestures, our thoughts?
Whose skink have they sunk into?
Whose skink have they sunk into?
 
Look and see darkness passing by,
Look and see darkness and lights passing by (x2)
 
Bad karma.
On the bottom of a glass, the mark of a finger
like a face that would look like you.
Slam the door and shudder, shudder...
 
Bad karma.
And since ten thousand years the mark of a finger
pushing the wheel,
the wheel of law.
Slam the door and shudder, shudder...
 
Slam the door and shudder, shudder...
 
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On the day you will want to leave

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There won't be any trains left in the stations
on the day you will want to leave,
among children sleeping
in gardens and in beds.
There won't be any planes left in the air.
The city will be like a wasteland.
Nothing but children huddling together
to block your way.
 
Waiting for the fires and the noise of the city
to ebb,
you will pour water on the foreheads of those you love
and who are bleeding,
among sleeping children
and birds fallen from their nests.
 
There won't be any flowers left on the tables.
The child will put his satchel down.
Hiding his face in his hands to cry,
he will hear you walking away.
 
Waiting for the fires and the noise of the city
to ebb,
you will pour water on the foreheads of those you love
and who are bleeding,
among unknown children
and lost wolves and dogs.
 
You're bound to remember one day
this city that once was yours,
with its children asleep
on the marble fountain rims.
 
Waiting for the fires and the noise of the city
to ebb,
you will pour water on the foreheads of those you love
and who are bleeding,
among sleeping children
and birds fallen from their nests.
 
Among sleeping children
and birds fallen from their nests.
 
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Sad Tropics

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We're told about Indians who suffer and are becoming scarce.
Aren't we themselves oppressed peoples?
No penis sheats, no curare,
but the same terror that forces us to back off.
 
Some used to set off in the morning and come back
in the evening, living off the land and false hopes.
On piddling hunting grounds,
you still own the right to be cynical
and to refuse to follow the crowd like donkeys1,
and not to go dancing like pieces of machinery
on the incense smokes of
on the incense smokes of sad tropics,
among apocalyptic flute sounds.
 
Some used to set off in the morning and come back
in the evening, hunters-gatherers clad in black.
Even though the forest is dying, rotting away,
this is not enough to be considered a challenge.
 
Some Atlantises again
Some Atlantises again are collapsing into the sea,
but all that dies one day is reborn one day.
We still own the right to sit there
in the din of great trees and saws,
not to ape others, to pretend,
not to go dancing like pieces of machinery
on the blue smokes of sad tropics,
on the blue smokes of sad tropics,
among apocalyptic flute sounds.
 
Naked Indian girls, ageless women
who will have turned into peat or folliage,
the day you wake up, the swamp
will be covered in steel up to the clouds.
 
And in front of precious marble pools
the Indian girls come to die and become scarce.
Aren't we themselves the rarest of Indians?
It might not be too late to save us.
 
Since we all have to meet our end someday, somewhere,
we will go into hinding in some pond,
in one of those lagoons spared by History,
where the sand is a home, and the wind is a tune,
in one of those sad tropics' lagoons
where the sand is a home, and the wind is a tune,
in one of those sad tropics' lagoons.
 
In one of those lagoons
where the sand is a home.
in one of those sad tropics' lagoons.
 
In one of those lagoons
In one of those lagoons
 

• 1. lit. 'like a goat', but the term used for a person implies stubbornness and stupidity

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Womb

Children in paradise
Are children on earth
Lined up like radishes
Along their mother
 
Children in paradise
Are children on earth
With rounded eyelids
And noxious irides
 
(Noxious irides)
They came on earth
Without asking for anything
Like a winter rain
Over a flooded city
 
Is it to help us
Withstand the fear of the dark
The trembling of our memories
The rattling of our jaws ?
 
Send us back where we came from
Where we were born, where we remember
The drops of tenderness
The sobs of drunkenness
 
Send us back where we came from
Without difficulty you know quite well
That we have not really grown up since
Blood throbs at our temples
 
Womb that made me
In its unmade bed
Womb that made me
Evil... Evil is done
 
Womb
Womb
 
Send us back where we came from
Through the same path, the same channel
Of the everlasting pain
Of the vale of tears
 
Send us back for our own good
We don't need more, we ask for nothing
Other than swimming in the great liquid
Like an empty-eyed tadpole
Womb that made me
In a perfect mold
Womb that made me
Evil... Evil is done
 
Womb
 
Womb after all
You know the world is ready-made
The more you move towards the infinite
The more you know its finished
Womb that made me
Evil, the evil is done
The more you move towards the infinite
The more you know its finished
Womb
Womb
Womb
 
Womb...
Womb you..
Womb...
Womb you...
 

Always together

We shall always talk together
We shall always understand each other
All our days look alike
We shall always get bored together
We shall always get sad together
We shall always get happy together
If heaven's voice trembles
We shall stay together all the same
If heaven's voice trembles
We shall sleep together all the same
We shall fly away towards the clouds
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
Of the cage
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
 
We shall fly away towards the clouds
We shall not carry any luggage
Farewell Earth, last journey
The great trip in the skies
We shall always fly off together
We shall leave the temple stairs
If heaven's voice trembles
We shall sleep together all the same
If heaven's voice trembles
We shall stay together all the same
We shall fly away towards the clouds
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
Of the cage
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
 
We shall fly away towards the clouds
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
Of the cage
We shall be able to break the bars
The bars, the bars
 

White is the snow

By dint of facing each other
Of misunderstanding, of lack of love,
Really, our time is running out
Really, our time is running out
 
Then, as the harm is done,
As the gap widens, the bed is unmade
They look at each other, they remain silent
They look at each other, they remain silent
 
The man leans his body forwards
Like a dead trunk, he holds out his branches
But the cold has come, white is the snow
But the cold has come, white is the snow
The cold has come, white is the snow
 
He is leaving tomorrow, he sets off again
All along his way, each step will be painful
To grow away from you, whatever the cost
To grow away from you, whatever the cost
 
The man leans his body... (refrain)
 
You leave us for that country
Where as you say people are beautiful
What is it you desire other than you already have
What is it you desire other than you already have
 
The man leans his body... (refrain)
 

The mask on the wall

He has sold everything, given everything
In the deserted house
You can hear the echo of his steps
Only one light is left on
Only one light...
 
There's also a mask on the wall
It gives you the creeps
It gives you the creeps
There's also a mask on the wall
It never says a word
It never says a word
No, it never says a word
It never says a word
 
He has sold everything, given everything
Just kept his necklace
That comes from India
The last page of his notebook
You can't read it, it's all crossed off
You can't read it...
 
There is also a mask on the wall
It gives you the creeps
It gives you the creeps
There's also a mask on the wall
It never says a word
It never says a word
No, it never says a word
It never says a word
 
When he went off
He didn't know, didn't know
That you never come back
You never come back..
 
He has given everything, sold everything
Only one photo is left hanging
With naked women and children
It's over there they met
It's over there they...
 
There's also a mask on the wall
It gives you the creeps
It gives you the creeps
There's also a mask on the wall
It never says a word
It never says a word
It will never say a word
It will never say a word
 
When he went off
He didn't know, didn't know
That you never come back
You never come back
You never come back
You never come back
You never come back..
 

Kingdom of Siam

I saw you sitting in a street
With your child under your shirt
Shoulders exposed, covered with gold
To please your god, again you dance
The river flows at the edge of the temple of Dawn
 
Nobody cries or complains
At night streets are warm, children play
Wide eyes without eyelids
Tanned skin, fair belly
The river flows at the foot of the great stone Buddha
 
Kingdom of Siam
Path leading to the happy people
Kingdom of Siam
Who sees the world through your eyes
Maybe that one will find happiness
 
I saw you in the strange city
Door to heaven, town of the angels
With love and freedom
Eat mango and drink tea
Your river will flow for ever
 
Kingdom of Siam
Path leading to the happy people
Kingdom of Siam
Who sees the world through your eyes
Maybe that one will find happiness
 
I saw you sitting in the street
With your child under your shirt
Shoulders exposed, covered with gold
You always dance, again you dance
The river flows at the edge of the temple of Dawn
 
Kingdom of Siam
Path leading to the happy people
Kingdom of Siam
Who sees the world through your eyes
Maybe that one will find happiness
Who sees the world through your eyes
Maybe that one will find happiness
 

When you carry

When you carry
On your shoulders
The most beautiful
Burden
When your hand shivers
Because he looks like you
 
When you know it's him
Crying at the dead of night
When you get up
Burning with fever
When your hand shivers
Knowing that he looks like you
 
You know that in his veins
It's the same blood
It's the same blood
When it flows
It's the long carpet of your life
That unfolds
 
When you know it's him
Crying at the dead of night
When he coughs
In his foam cot
When he calls you
Always keep in mind
Remember it was him
Frail at the dead of night
And when one day
From the top of a tower
You will see him go
As everyone without a word...
 

Covered truck

Truck in the night
Covered truck
Like a released balloon
Illusions, hopes
And blood stained
Straps tied-down
No more desire
In this loathed world
Nothing to say
Drive in the darkness
Hit by dreams
On the waysides
Of desperation
 
Truck in the darkness
Drives away this evening
And will not come back
In the back seat
Of black leatherette
A child breathes
 
A fair-eyed girl
With frail limbs
Sleeps in a cloth
Like an angel feather
In a flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
*
Truck in the night
What do you know about him
About what he leaves once again
Sad settings
The rest has been crushed
When the world is sick
What is left to him
Is the shape that sleeps
In a blanket
On the rugged seat
She's the only figure
The only landscape
Standing like a mirage
The face of the angel
That sleeps in her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
Truck...
 
All that is left to him
When the world is sick
Is the shape that sleeps
 
Truck in the night
Armored truck
For so many years
So many low blows
Without lights and masts
Lanterns torn
Truck rolls away
From a loathed world
History will tell
What should be remembered
On an acacia tree trunk
Tires howling
Windows bursting
 
Crushed truck
And in his notebook
Three more lines
Three crossed-off words
The three words of a drowned man
Whose body is recovered
During a moonless night
One hand through
The brown curls
On the angel's forehead
In her flannel blanket
Fallen from heavens
 
And in the rhythm of axles
The awful din
Of the iron truck
 
Truck in the night
Smashed truck
Iridescent windows
Strewing the ground
In a sunken lane
Crushing the hand
From which the soul escapes
Still breathing
As if bewitched
Stroking the body
And the grey nape
Of the crushed adult neck
Where the bones are smashed
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which the wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
In the covered truck
Front burst open
Through which wind edges
And dries up
The child's forehead
Moistened with tears
 
Sanctified truck
Picked up off the ground
Straight towards the sky
The rest erased
The tree opened
In the middle
Passenger compartment open
On the green carpet
Of painless moss
The fair-haired angel
Looks at her father
Who keeps driving
 
Truck in the night
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
Truck
 

It's a park where animals dwell

It’s a park where animals dwell
And water flows on their heads
Amidst light horses
Animals are mingled.
 
It’s a trap in which our children
Will fall when they grow up
And when the hunter will leave
On a stretcher, they will say :
 
It’s a park where animals dwell
And maybe someone remembers…
Over-ripened fruits, hollow trees
That was God’s orchard.
 
It’s a park where animals dwell
And water flows on their heads
Amidst wild horses
Each one rears up under the storm.
 
It’s a trap in which wolf, dog,
Man and rat will fall
And when hunters will leave,
Kneeling down we shall sing :
 
It’s a park where animals dwell
And maybe someone remembers…
Over-ripened fruits, hollow trees
That was God’s orchard.
 

Marin'bar

She eats bamboo shoots
Burns her life at both ends
Lives in a trailer
 
Her bicycle hangs on the wall
She’s not afraid of fish
Or sharks in the lagoon
She hides her American dollars
Inside her bathing suit
She eats rice, cookies
She picks coconuts
Wakes up at six in the evening
And goes to sit at Marin’bar
 
She collects sea-shells
She’s the cutest, the wisest
You won’t forget her face
She’s the cutest on the beach
 
At Marin’bar
If you like to see her
Just go and sit down
At Marin’bar
At Marin’bar
She’s there every night
Just go and sit down
 
When she was born there was nothing
No American soldiers
Nowadays she has friends
In every hotel there
 
At night, she comes home by car
She sleeps in a blanket
Between sister and mother
In her life there is no mystery
 
She eats rice and fish
She kisses every boy around
Wakes up at six in the evening
And sits down at Marin’bar
 
She’s the cutest, the wisest
She collects sea-shells
You won’t forget her face
She’s the cutest on the beach
 
At Marin'bar (refrain)
 
She eats rice and fish
She kisses every boy around
Wakes up at six in the evening
And sits down at Marin’bar
 
She’s the cutest, the wisest
She collects sea-shells
You won’t forget her face
She’s the cutest on the beach
 
At Marin'bar (refrain)
 
At Marin'bar
 

Like a Lego puzzle

It's a great land out of nowhere
with nice golden handles1
The optics of a microscope
and all these tiny beings running,
for each one busies oneself following one's fate,
mighty or lowly.
 
Like during the Egyptian centuries
With great effort
bearing a thousand times their own weight
under the heat and in the wind
in the sun and in the night
Do you see these living beings?
Do you see these living beings?
Do you see these living beings?
 
Somebody thought up this
frightful, cruel, engrossing game.
The houses, the lakes, the continents
Like a Lego puzle with wind
The weakness of the almighty
 
Like a lego puzzle with blood
the tenfold increased strength of the losers
Like a Lego puzzle with teeth
Like a lego puzzle with hands
Like a Lego puzzle
 
Do you see all these human beings
dancing together, clasping each other's hand
kissing in the dark with their blond hair
not seeing what they will be tomorrow
 
The capital cities have become all the same,
facets of the same mirror,
dressed in steel, dressed in black
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle
 
Facets of the same mirror,
dressed in steel, dressed in black
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle, but with no memories
Like a Lego puzzle
 
Why don't you ever answer me
from your hideout under your tree,
from this mango tree of more than ten thousand pages
as you swing alone in a cage
and behold this world from so high above
Like an insect, but on its back
Like an insect, but on its back
Like an insect
 
It's a great land out of nowhere
The optics of a microscope
We look ,we look, we look inside
We see minute things shining
These are people in shirts
like during the centuries of the long night
In the silence or in the din
In the silence or in the din
In the silence
 

• 1. the French says 'silver' but 'argent' can also mean 'money'

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It's not over yet

If you think it's over
I don't like him anymore
I don't want to believe him
But I hear it from my voice
So it can not be anything
And he's going to get along with it
There is suddenly a doubt
As he said when saying goodbye
 
Refrain:
It's not over yet
Remain with me
There can be only one
And you are the one
It's not over yet
Remain with me
There can be only one
And you are the one
Who can forecast you
What you can lose
But you hear yourself now saying
I don't love you anymore
One last kiss, what tears
You have to go now
And he is already at the front door
But you hope that he stays
Refrain'
Refrain'
You are the one
 

Телевізор без упину

Якщо ми не перестанемо залишати позаду
Якщо ми не перестанемо залишати позаду випадковості
То далеко не сягнемо
Того, ким ми є
 
Якщо нам стане не потрібен
Якщо нам стане не потрібен кисень
То нам ніколи не впасти… Поки що.
 
Є дні, що мов невщухаючий дощ
Мов потік, що спробує тебе спіймати, а потім зійде нанівець
Є дні, яких ми чекаємо, аби сказати
Ти міг би піти геть
Хоч сьогодні
 
Якщо ми всі перестанемо кровоточити
Якщо ми всі перестанемо кровоточити за них
То далеко не сягнемо
О, і ти теж
Якщо нам стане не потрібне
Якщо нам стане не потрібне кохання, щоб піклуватися про нас самих і про те, ким ти є
 
Є дні, що мов невщухаючий дощ
Мов потік, що спробує тебе спіймати, а потім зійде нанівець
Є дні, яких ми чекаємо, аби сказати
Ти міг би піти геть
Хоч сьогодні
 
Вона завжди вмикає телевікторини, і
Тепер вона говорить, що хоче опинитися на екрані
Та у мене виникає те ж саме відчуття, що і в квартирі, де ти зупинявся
І її улюблене шоу нічого для мене не значить
Бо мені, здається, це все просто осточортіло
 
Є дні, що мов невщухаючий дощ
Мов потік, що спробує тебе спіймати, а потім зійде нанівець
Є дні, яких ми чекаємо, аби сказати
Ти міг би піти геть
 

I Toast to You

He asked if we could still be friends
I don't really know, but it doesn't feel like a loss
'Cause I can't describe my wealth
I'm on my way back home
On my way to you, my friend and to my home
Every day somebody's nagging
I'll answer with a smile, 'cause who says I may not
'Cause the evening refreshes the day
After every setback
When I know you wait for me again
 
Even if everything comes to me
I know I can't lose this
'Cause I toast, toast to you
And even when the world's going down
Fills our glass violence and thunder
Toast, I toast with you
Toast with you
 
Sentimental is never too much here among friends
I look around me
But oddly to me no one's here
At the bar I see a company old friends
And nearby on a stool, I conquer tears of luck
 
Even if everything comes to me
I know I can't lose this
'Cause I toast, toast to you
And even when the world's going down
Fills our glass violence and thunder
Toast, I toast with you
 
And if we see each other sometimes rarely, time will repaid everything
With a toast, when I toast (toast to you)
 
We can share everything (share)
We declared that to each other with a gesture
Here in the midden of so many (so many)
I say I'm proud, since I know our friendship
 
Even if everything comes to me
I know I can't lose this
'Cause I toast, toast to you
And even when the world's going down
Fills our glass violence and thunder
Toast, I toast with you
 
And if we see each other sometimes rarely, time will repaid everything
With a toast, when I toast (toast to you)
 

Rock Amadour

Versions: #2
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
I was left there like two rings from a pinball machine
Wrapped in toilet paper.
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
Me, I knit place mats
with the remainder of the vines climbing the balcony.
Eh, oh, eh, ah
She is so pretty
Wither her patent-leather shoes,
Her freckles
On her lovely ass.
 
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
I re-papered the walls,
I cleaned up the dog piss and everything else.
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
For the time being I have twitches
In an electric chair bliss.
Eh, oh, eh, ah.
She is so pretty
With her patent-leather shoes,
Her freckles
On her lovely ass.
 
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
My love ran off with the wolf
Into the caves of Rock-Amadour.
I await her return.
I await her return.