A keresés eredménye

My idol

You are my idol
You are my favorite musician
I see your blue eyes in the F key again
Which looks back at me
 
You are my idol
And the strongest of all men
There's no greater heart that beats
When it fucks up, it hurts
 
You just wanted go to the ball for one last time
Dancing the waltz while holding her in your hands
Winning the race against time
 
You are my idol
My strength, my most beautiful memory
I'm looking for you in every face
In the every corner of my dreams
 
And me,
What do I do when you are not here?
I only have hero photos
And marks on the skin
 
You just wanted go to the ball for one last time
Dancing the waltz while holding her in your hands
Winning the race against time
 
Don't worry
Your jacket still has your smell
And my hair your color
I will always drop off flowers
 
My dad
It is June 6, 2020, and you've been gone for six years
I can't believe it
The time passes so fast and I have the feeling of eternity since you are not longer here
I bought you flowers, yellow and orange, your favorite
The florist gave me another bouquet of peonies
I suppose that was you, from above
Your little sign
Well thanks, they smell great
I also wrote you a song a few months ago
It's called 'My Idol'
Mom sent it to Pierre this morning
He cried for the first time in 30 years, so she told me
I hope that you can listen to it too
I miss you, everyday I think of you
I also wonder often what would it be like if you were still here
Also, I chose my stage name Janie
A mix of our names
I hope that you are happy
And I also hope to carry it very high
I can't wait to see you again
Time is long without you
Cuddles on your belly, the croissants every morning
Our triumphant walks
Our antiques, our discussions, our music
It's hard, but I'm doing everything to be better
To love the live as much as you loved it and as much as I love you
Forever
Your honeybun
 

Disco

Put down your cigarette
Take me on a spins or two
On the dance floor, nothing will stop us
It's the slow dance that begins face to face
 
We talking a bit much, a bit fast
We are going improv, you invite me
To drink in your idyllic words
I'm going to black out
 
The evening, at the disco
He made my head spin
The evening at the disco
He made me keep spinning
The evening at the disco
 
We speak of love between two drinks
Which of us will get lost in public?
Which of us will end up pathetic?
As a fantastic hero?
 
Will you change your outfit at dawn?
Will I be as usual, still made for
The very short love stories?
I got a ticket for a ride
 
For a night, at the disco
He made my head spin
The evening at the disco
He made me keep spinning
The evening at the disco
 
And when the slow dance comes up
I feel your hand on my back
The DJ plays 'Les Mots bleus'
The words that we say with our eyes
 
The evening, at the disco
He made my head spin
The evening at the disco
He made me keep spinning
The evening at the disco