A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Salome

When I saw her linger along my avenue
Despite my blind man's cane, I recognized her soon,
Her eyes dyed with a melodrama hue,
With Soul or Time, one
does what one can do
Was waiting at night behind the Factory
I was feeling my life
was an old magazine
The wind was real hot, Sky tinted with rouge,
She walked swaying like a boat that moved.
She came up to me to teach me my true part
When my solitude was really sad and hard.
I felt the thunderstorm
when I lost my voice,
Yet I was already spinning on the traces of Salome
There were in her bed a few Egyptian cards,
Then she asked me to guess which one was mine
Diving into my eyes, playful Siren,
I was her jester and she was my queen.
Before getting out, I stole all of her cards
I will make souvenirs
For her departing lovers.
She looked asleep, I thought she was dreaming,
My chance was too slim, had to preserve it.
On leaving, so funny, I made no noise at all
But saw the jester hang himself on a wall.
Then, when in the street,
At last I could breathe
It was raining but the midnight wind hummed a song for Salome
 
I hear that poor Oscar call for John the Baptist
to ask him if this Time that goes by exists
On the well-margin
When the bloke just cursed
The Shade in full noon,
No one understood.
Oscar went away in the equinox night
He just left behind his pair of boxing-gloves
Everything looked fine when the curtain rose.
The judges shouted : Room for the convicts.
All this may look a really strange story,
Its moral lies far, deep in my memory.
A Big woodblock will ring like an old Shield
When billows this wind, that used to talk to me of
Salome
 

Jean

Jean, Jean, it's already late
and you cannot go back
to playing at love
in the meadows of the heart.
Now you have grown up, Jean.
 
Jean, Jean, life, you know,
will not let you wait.
Go ahead if you want
but you cannot flee.
It is the time to love, sweet Jean.
 
And so the time has come for me
to try to explain to you love as it is—
to take you away, give me your hand.
 
Oh, Jean, Jean, how will you manage
now that you have met me.
You discovered that heart
to taste love.
Now you have grown up, sweet Jean.
 
(Jean, Jean)
Jean, life, you know,
won't let you wait.
Go ahead if you want
but you cannot flee.
It is the time to love, sweet Jean.
 

In Order To Save You

I've been in the trade for 10 years now.
I've seen countless patients come and go.
We are really totally1 overwhelmed,
Resources would be needed2, more beds would save us.
 
Never seen that as an emergency doctor.
Dead are pouring into the yard's cold room3.
Covid victims in every family4
Resources would be needed, more beds would save us.
 
Wherever the disease comes from, from China to Italy,
hospital walls won't hold back our madness5.
I put on my coat to contain the pandemic
I had to handle the worst cases6
 
Indeed, in order to save you...
I dedicated my life7 to saving you.
Indeed, in order to save you
I'll pay the price for saving you8.
 
One fine morning I had as slight headache,
rather mild, nothing to worry about.
I'm thinking of my daughter9, she's the reason I get up every morning.
A slight dry cough and a bout of fever.
 
Overwhelmed by a paralysing fatigue
and yet I was the young sportsman type10.
My stretcher is headed for the ICU.
This change of route is messing up my plans.
 
Now I'm breathing with a tube in my mouth
No word lofty1 enough to tell you how much I suffer
My parent's tears feed1 the cries of my wife.
I'm in too much pain11, time for me to go.
 
I've been immobile for two weeks
as long as my life hangs from a thread12
The Covid is taking me away.
Not even enough time left to tell you
that I ??? you...
 
Indeed, in order to save you...
I dedicated my life to saving you.
Indeed, in order to save you
I'll pay the price for saving you.
Saving...
 

• Bad French
• Yoda talk
• 3. Cold rooms overflowing with corpses, really? That didn't happen in France
• 4. In every family, really? With less than one victim out of 20.000 inhabitants?
• 5. Don't know what that means
• 6. The problem is rather that other medical issues have been dropped for an exclusive focus on the Covid. But that's a bit too complicated, it's simpler to tell bullshit.
• 7. 'consacrer pour' is ungrammatical
• 8. Want to talk about doctors dying from the Covid? Let's talk about it. So far, 10 doctors in the public health system, 50 in all for the whole of France, a good portion of them past retirement. That's one out of 7.000 at worst, about 3 times more dangerous than for the whole population.
• 9. Oh please...
• 10. What a crock of shit! A young sportsman would have maybe one chance in a few hundred thousands of dying from the Covid-19.
• 11. Intubated people are sedated and/or put in an artificial coma. This scene of torture is a sick fantasy.

Dixieland

More rain* has fallen
on my life than usual
A little bit more solitude
It’s midnight till noon
She left
 
Ooooooh it’s a dixieland band following me today
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band that stays in my night
 
We break or we bend
Between the temporary and the infinite
Who knows where it takes us
I have fewer friends in the dormant city than usual
A little less certainty
More pain
Less desire
She left
 
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band following me today
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band that stays in my night
 
We break, we bend
Alone between the transient and the infinity
WHO knows where it's leading us
 
Hummm ah
Hummm oh
Hummm ohaaah
Hummm ah
Hummm oh
Hummm ahaaaaheh
 
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band following me today
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band that stays in my night
 
Ooooooh it’s a dixieland band following me today
Ooooooh it’s a Dixieland band that stays in my night
 
More rain has fallen
on my life than usual
A little bit more solitude
It’s midnight till noon
She left
 

Damn this life!

If it were the life of the sale, I would keep it
My sea wolf body, but I would put another engine
With a crazy heart
Stick to nonsense
And when it's consumed, I put it on batteries
If only it were life for sale
I would sell my years
I would only keep the first 23 in my pockets
I would take my green loden again
35 years ago
Years I wouldn't miss
Waiting for the Americans
 
Autumn has come, the play is over
Get off the scene now, baby,
The theater is empty, life is a role,
Damn this life!
 
If only it were life for sale
What else would I drink with all my family
Dozens of ship's crates
Murfatlar of 12 lei**
And my poor mother
What a vagabond grew up with
I would pay her to make me
Once again, but more blond.
Six girls, I would adopt young dolls
And I would put them all in those green strokes
And if he fell at peace with other Italian Romanians
When she's going to undress
To be sorry for the money.
 
Autumn has come, the play is over
Get off the scene now, baby,
The theater is empty, life is a role,
Damn this life!
 
If only it were life for sale
I would not live in the future
That it's great boredom to remain immortal
But I would do what I would do to stay rejuvenated
Just one day, because I'd love to
To die young and loved
Come on, friends, come to the market
That I don't look at money today
Let me buy you a life
To honor the scoundrels
Let's warm up, let's all come to my table
If life is for sale, let's make fun of it!
 
Autumn has come, the play is over
Get off the scene now, baby,
The theater is empty, life is a role,
Damn this life!
 

Know that I...

Versions:
There are shadows in 'I love you'
Not only just love, not just that...
Traces of time spent/gone on to long
There's a contract in these words.
 
You say 'love has its own language'
But words don’t serve me well/ work well for me
If you need phrases like hostages
Like a seal on parchment
 
So know that I...
Know that
Know that I...
 
There is “dying” in 'I love you'
There is a 'I see nothing but you'
Dead to the world, to its poems
Only reading your proper rhymes now
 
A dishonest ploy
These three words don't assert
There is a question in 'I love you'
Which asks 'do you love me, do you?'
 
So know that I...
Know that
Know that I...
 

Oh mama

Roads that go astray
Didn't carry me anyplace.
I had trusted him
He was my power
 
Oh why, tell me mama, have you got a heavy heart?
oh why, tell me daddy, are you turning your back on me?
You should have told me, you shouldn't have let me go
You shouldn't have mocked me.
I wasn't ready for that.
 
Wild emotion
Confuses me and then freezes me
Reckless delirium
Plays on my absent body
 
Oh why, tell me mama, have you got a heavy heart?
oh why, tell me daddy, are you turning your back on me?
You should have told me, you shouldn't have let me go
I just couldn't stay here
I didn't want to do as you did.
 
Like a passing wind
Only leaves a few traces
Humiliated in blood
I'm carrying his child
 
Oh why, tell me mama, have you got a heavy heart?
oh why, tell me daddy, are you turning your back on me?
You should have told me, you shouldn't have let me go
I'm not what they think I am.
I don't need your rules.
You shouldn't have mocked me.
I wasn't ready for that.
 

The child

Versions: #1
A photo perforated by lead
An image, the one of our world
Why?
 
It's the story of an unsettling dream
A message, the story of a child
Who walks alone in the burning cities
Without a name, without a soul, out of tears
 
It's the profound and real story
Of a hurt kid who seeks the light
The warmth of his mother's arms
The greatness, the strength of his father
 
When laws scatter the paths
Without a remedy the indulgence burns out
Under a sky greyed of torments
Words of words
Those chords, when played, sound too wrong
 
It's the story of a child who plays
With weapons, with stones
Unconscious amongst the ruins
He seeks the love of his that they destroyed
 
When the night soothes the rages
And huddles it with a bitter memory
When his heart will no longer dare to moan
Words of words
Those chords, when played, sound too wrong
 
Why do they run,
Where are those who carry my blood
Which way is the big powerful sun?
 
It's the story of an unsettling dream
A message, the story of a child
Who walks alone in the burning cities
Without a name, without a soul, out of tears
 
It's the profound and real story
Of a hurt kid who seeks the light...
 

Travel

Sometimes I would like to stop
To find a place to rest
But I only like traveling
And I'm only passing by
 
Sometimes I feel like stopping
Whether I meet a friend of I feel tired
I stop here a while
Because sometimes one must find a balance
Between fear and comfort
Between the sail and then the harbor
Between life and then death
 
I like movement too much
And if only for a moment
I never dare to surprise myself
I can never surrender
And I'm only passing by
I am always only passing by
And I'm only passing by
I am always only passing by
 
Sometimes I feel like stopping
Whether I meet a friend of I feel tired
I stop here a while
Because sometimes one must find a balance
Between fear and comfort
Between the sail and then the harbor
Between life and then death
 
Sometimes I would like to stop
To find a place to rest
But I only like traveling
And I'm only passing by
 

Jeans hills

And if you turn your back on me, I'll swear, I'll fuck you [in the ass]
Turn around and look at me, as if you were an owl
Break your neck for me, and watch me roll
Down those jeans hills, as I stop to look at them one last time
 
Don't turn your back on me, I'll swear, I'll fuck you
I don't mean literally, I mean figuratively
Break your neck for me, and watch me roll
Down those jeans hills, as I stop to look at them one last time
 
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
 
And you can't tell me, you're the man, when I'm just a kid
Walk me around holding my hand, don't run, I'll get lost, I swear
Break your neck for me, and watch me despair
Among people and sweat, as I stop to look one last time
 
And you can't tell me, you're great, when I haven't eaten
when I fly away while you're speaking, my head is like a piece of tuff
Break your neck for me, and watch me roll
Down those jeans hills, as I stop to look at them one last time
 
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
One last time
One last time
One last time, come on let me look at you one last time
(One last time, one last time, one last time)
 

She's My Lady

She's got everything that pleases me
She is what I was waiting for
For such a long time
 
When she is by my side
You can see people turn
To look at her.
 
She's my lady
Oh whoa whoa she's my lady
I want to talk about my lady
About my lady and I
 
And when things don't go so good
She comes and holds my hand
It's a little better
 
She knows I love her so
She wants nothing but to please me
And I know it
 
She's my lady
Oh whoa whoa she's my lady
I want to talk about my lady
About my lady and I
 
She never asks for too much
And I don't refuse her
I give her respect
I don't want to abuse her
 
She's got everything that pleases me
I don't want to lose her
I want to find a lost paradise
For her and I
 
She's got everything that pleases me
She's what I was waiting for
For such a long time
 
When she's by my side
You can see people turn
To look at her
 
She's my lady
Oh whoa whoa she's my lady
I want to talk about my lady
About my lady and I
 
Oh whoa whoa she's my lady
I want to talk about my lady
(x2)
 

Jean Harlow, the Woman Who Did Not Know How To Love

Whoever has too many loves in this world ends up alone.
You now have no one that you did not know how to love.
 
For you, there is only scorched earth.
For you, there is only dying grass.
And I will exit your life as well
and you will be even more alone.
 
Whoever has too many loves in this world ends up alone.
You now have no one that you did not know how to love.
 
For you, there is only scorched earth.
For you, there is only dying grass.
And I will exit your life as well
and you will be even more alone.
 
Whoever has too many loves in this world ends up alone.
 
Ends up alone.
 

A honest woman

You will, my daughter, be sailing to Kythera 1
But I have the duty to warn you
Since we have to talk about vulgar things
Evoking the fires that make you shudder
Evoking the fires that make you shudder
An honest woman has no pleasure
 
Whether lying down or kneeling in the ground
No going astray in powerful sighs
In moving cries 'Ah, I'm going to die'
Taken a hundred thousand different ways or always the same
Taken a hundred thousand different ways or always the same
An honest woman has no pleasure
 
Assaulted in front of broken from behind
If you were about to faint
Think of hell think of martyrs
It is by reliving what they suffered
It is by reliving what they suffered
That an honest woman has no pleasure
 
The priest used to say it once
To the frail maiden falling prey to desire
We can succumb but not fail
Even by indulging in solitary joys
Even by indulging in solitary joys
An honest woman has no pleasure
 
Yielding to the follies of other partners
If you happened to be entertained
By breaking the bonds that the hymen2 inspires
Know that even within adultery
Know that even within adultery
An honest woman has no pleasure
 
And if your spouse froze with anger
Struck with love and crazy with desire
Shouted to you one day 'You looks like your mother!'
This beautiful compliment should make you happy
This beautiful compliment should make you happy
An honest woman has no pleasure
 

• 1. Metaphor for sexual life
• 2. Marriage

A találkozás

Már két éve…
Deauville nem változott.
Te sem, ugye tudod ...
 
Vicces…..
Mindig ez a találkozó az utolsó pillanatban.
Mind ott vannak, mint korábban,
a vitorlások, a sirályok.
A kabátod a vállamon,
hogy megvédjen a széltől.
De még nem csókoltál meg.
 
Szerettelek volna újralátni.
Végül is, mis soha nem hagytuk el egymást.
Az élet választott el minket.
 
Igen, így van.
Még mindig gondolok
a romantikus vacsoráinkra,
a virágcsokrokra, a táviratainkra.
Azt mondják, a szenvedély csak egyszer talál ránk.
Szeretted a veszélyes szerelmet…
 
Úgy érzem esni fog.
Már két éve…..
Deauville nem változott.
Én sem, tudod…..
 
Rendben…..
Visszamegyek a szállodába,
te visszatérsz Párizsba
és aztán egy nap majd felhívsz, talán…..
Mondod majd nekem: gyere, és én jönni fogok.
Mint mindig, te nem szólsz egy szót sem. Miért?
 
Adj nekem megint egy cigarettát…
Lesznek emlékeim, rengeteg emlék
és megannyi múltidézés…..
 
Őrültség, nekem is
jó érzés rá gondolni
és nehezemre esik felejteni.
Látod, szerettem volna elmondani neked, hogy szeretlek.
Itt, most ezen a normandiai tengerparton.
De….de azt hiszem, túl késő.
 
Igen, késő van. Vissza kell menned…….
 

Fallen in love

Whose heart is it? Who is he wondering alone?
Whose love is growing up quietly and inadvertently?
It's no longer recovered for the memories of going away.
I would be just flying forward
and flying over thousands of miles.
 
Whose heart is it? Who is he suffering alone?
Whose love touched my heart after I'd lost it?
You would keep chasing forward
and be regret for all the beauty you missed.
It's wrong time with wrong person.
Who will remember each other at the moment?
 
You 'd fallen in love.
It started after your farewell.
Who was disappeared from my world?
who did come back the same place
and cry silent tears?
All it's you.
 
I would like to be with you for my whole life
but not just rely on you for a short time.
I'm going to wait for you in the next world
and look at first rays of the morning sun warmly.
 
Whose heart is it? Who is he suffering alone?
Whose love touched my heart after I'd lost it?
You would keep chasing forward
and be regret for all the beauty you missed.
It's wrong time with wrong person.
Who will remember each other at the moment?
 
You 'd fallen in love.
It started after your farewell.
Who was disappeared from my world?
who did come back the same place
and cry silent tears?
All it's you.
 
I would like to be with you for my whole life
but not just rely on you for a short time.
I'm going to wait for you in the next world
and look at first rays of the morning sun warmly.
 
You 'd fallen in love.
It started after your farewell.
Who was disappeared from my world?
who did come back the same place
and cry silent tears?
All it's you.
 
I would like to be with you for my whole life
but not just rely on you for a short time.
I'm going to wait for you in the next world
and look at first rays of the morning sun warmly.
 

Modern sonnet

Versions: #2
She put on her nicest hat, the blue one,
and her dress noboby has unfastened yet.
Then she pulled back the unruly lock
her lappet had moved down a bit.
 
She thought: 'this is wrong, very wrong! And what a rain!'
I'll be done for like your average old bluestocking1!
Then, before going out, to enjoy a whiff
of warm air, she held out her hands in front of the fire.
 
And off she scampers under her umbrella2
in the rain. Only her bootie and her rump
bulging under her raincoat show.
 
She's nearly there. Good Lord! Sixth floor is so high!
The key is in the lock. She comes in and goes 'Phew!'
then wets his nose3 saying 'I love you'.
 

• 1. that's just an educated guess. 'fée' most likely had a more specific slangy meaning in the 19th century, but I couldn't pinpoint it
• 2. this disused term for 'umbrella' means 'just in case'
• 3. I suppose the raindrops on her face wet the guy's nose as she kisses him. I couldn't find any slangy use of the expression

Paul Martin's Disturbing Testimony

My name is Paul Martin
I'm 34 years old, I am single
I work in a printing house, in Roubaix
 
I often ask myself if I'm dreaming
If I didn't make everything up
If I'm not losing my mind
Listen to my story and think what you want
 
It's a really strange girl
She has orange eyes
She has the hair of an angel
She's a really strange girl
Tchaaa...
Tchaaa...
 
I always run into her at night
Always in the same spot
I never see her coming
But suddenly
She is there
Next to me
Beautiful, pale, mysterious, and serious
She walks by my side for a few seconds
Then she suddenly disappears
As if the galaxy snatched her away
 
It's a really strange girl
She has orange eyes
She has the hair of an angel
She's a really strange girl
Tchaaa...
Tchaaa...
 
One time
All alone
She told me to come somewhere else
Beyond the universe
To big and lonely lands
She told me that she was dying from an eternal cold
When I wanted to take her in my arms
She suddenly disappeared
As if the galaxy snatched her away
 
It's a really strange girl
She has orange eyes
She has the hair of an angel
She's a really strange girl
Tchaaa...
Tchaaa...
 
Coming from disturbing worlds
Half demon, half angel
Disturbing eyes, the hair of an angel
It's me, I'm the very strange girl
 
Coming from disturbing worlds
Half demon, half angel
Disturbing eyes, the hair of an angel
It's me, I'm the really strange girl
 

What a Story

This man is over there looking at me
I accidentally met his gaze
I couldn't lower my eyes
That seems to have made him happy
He takes this as a flirtation
My eyes are black, his are blue
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is there smiling at me
He's talking to me and I'm thrilled
I'm his mouth's drawing
His hand touches me softly
Tonight I'm not shy
Trapped like a fly
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is here taking my arm
I don't know why
We're a bit too intimate
I'm going to be a victim again
Of a beautiful adventure
This encounter is so rare
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is here taking my clothes off
Tonight I smell like vanilla
He just said 'come here!'
and I hold back in vein
everything he's doing is for my own good
his desire wove a bond
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
This man is my alarm clock
It's already sunny outside
We resume our conversation
He's no theorist
What is his name, I don't even know
But I think that he's Brazilian
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
If I Can
 
Oh! Oh! Oh! What a story
He's going to think I want him
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! How could I
Undo this
It's too late!
 

Jeanny

Jeanny, come, come on
Get up – please,
you're getting soaked
It's late already, come on – we have to get out of here,
out of the woods
Don't you understand?
 
Where's your shoe?
You must have lost it
when I had to show you the way here
Who lost it?
You, yourself? I, myself?
Or, or we did? Us?
 
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you!
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone who needs you!
Jeanny
 
It's cold,
we have to get out of here, come on
Your lipstick is smeared
You bought it
and I saw it
Too much red on your lips
And you said, “Don't hit on me!”
But I saw through you
Eyes say more than words
You need me though, hmh?
Everyone knows we'll be together from now on
I hear them now!
They're coming!
They're coming to get you
They won't find you
No one will find you,
you're with me!
 
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you!
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone who needs you!
Jeanny
 
Newsflash: In the last few months, the number of missing persons has increased dramatically.
The most recent publication from the local police department reports another tragic case.
It involves a 19-year-old girl, who has not been seen for the last 14 days. The police have not ruled out the possibility that this is a crime.
 
Jeanny
 
Someone who needs you
Someone who needs you
Jeanny
Oh Jeanny
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone, someone who needs you!
 
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
Such a lonely little girl in a cold, cold world
There's someone who needs you!
Jeanny, quit livin' on dreams
Jeanny, life is not what it seems
You're lost in the night, don't wanna struggle and fight
There's someone who needs you! (x2)
 
Jeanny
 

The woman in blue

Who's that beautiful stranger
The lady in blue alone at her table
Seeing her has made me go crazy
How I long for her to look at me
I've seen a woman with so much charm
Get bored
And if I was going to talk to her...
Maybe she'd then be able to speak to me.
 
Because of a look
Now nothing more separates us
I'm in love
With the lady in blue
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
You attract me and you charm me
You made me fall in love
With the woman in blue.
 
Tell me we'll see each other again
That it's not the story of [just] one evening
I want to hold you in my arms
For fear of not seeing you again.
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
Come and dance one more time
I imagine your body naked
Inviting me with each step.
 
Because of a glance
Now nothing more separates us
I'm in love
With the lady in blue
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
You attract me and you charm me
You made me fall in love
With the woman in blue.
 

I've Already Seen It in Your Eyes

A big ship drifting away
Towards the horizon of a blue sky
Rivers flowing through the mountains
I've already seen it in your eyes
 
Skies that are mountain blue or orange
We, hand in hand, silent
Both of us naked at a beach
I've already seen it in your eyes
 
In your eyes I can see
The reflexion of my whole life
My life passing by
Irresistably towards an eternal happiness
 
Oh, for how many winters will I have to believe
That you would go away the next day?
But wait a little for my victory
And I'll promise you a summer
 
A very small place somewhere on Earth
Two or three children in the middle
We, sitting on a bank of stone
I've already seen it in your eyes
 
A very small place somewhere on Earth
Under a big piece of blue sky
We, sitting on a bank of stone
And we'll get old together
 
Together, together
Together, if you want to
 

Song for Jeanne

Since the roses are so pretty
And because Jeanne is, too,
Everything blooms in this world,
And it is the worst kind of insanity
To care about anything else,
Since the roses are pretty
And Jeanne is, too.
 
Since you are chirping, tits,
And since Jeanne is chirping likewise,
Everything sings in this world,
And I will never worry
About the sacred harps of the angels,
Since you are chirping, tits,
And Jeanne is, too.
 
Since the beautiful flower has faded,
The little bird is dead and so is Jeanne,
Nothing seems alive in this world,
And my only yearning is to depart
Into the grave with my last breath,
Since the beautiful flower is dead,
And the bird, and Jeanne is, too...
 

Jean-Pierre protréja

Ó, íme, az én tükröm
Imádott országom
A parfümöm
Életem öröme
Bájos reggeli pillangó
Szépségem, sorsom
Szeretlek
 

I Think About You

I Wake, I think about you
It's sunny, I think about you
Someone calls me, I talk, I think about you
With her, I think about you
What time tonight, I think about you
Where we're going, she tells me
I think about you
 
I don't even know where you are anymore , nor that which you become.
But that really isn't important
Our step goes astray in the city
Towards some new paths
That only intersect by a stroke of luck
Of luck
 
He's late, I think avout you
If we went back in, I think of you
I wasn't very funny tonight
I thought about you
We make love, I think about you
Early morning, I think of you
I don't sleep, I think about you
 
I don't even know where you are anymore , nor that which you become.
But that really isn't important
Our step goes astray in the city
Towards some new paths
That only intersect by a stroke of luck
Of luck
 
I think about you
I think about you
 
The night ends, I think about you
Even when I dream, I think about you
I smoke another cigarette, I think about you
The night ends, I think about you
 
Eyes half closed, I think about you
I don't sleep anymore, I think about you
 
I think about you
It's sunny, I think about you
I think about you (x4)
 

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
We'll take a world tour
With my three pretty masts
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
We'll have more for friends
Than the broken vagabond
And the afternoon sun
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 
Go, my boat, go
Your mast dances, your sail flaps
Go, my boat, go
For her and me, sail there
 
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
You chose the most beautiful scale
And I offer you a paradise
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 
Do you want the Capri sky
Or the palaces of Bengal
Or the Hawaiian sun
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 
Go, my boat, go
Your mast dances, your sail flaps
Go, my boat, go
For her and me, but see here
 
My boat is quite small
It sleeps in a bottle
And I, I dream with it
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 
When the night comes, we leave
To discover a thousand wonders
That I don't know the names of
No, no, no, no, no, no
 
Go, my boat, go
Your mast dances, your sail flaps
Go, my boat, go
For her and me, sail there
 
One day my three pretty masts
Will take me far from here
To a marvelous country
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
 

The Return

After the time of the beating hearts
Of truant paths, of light steps
After the long stay of the far-off beautiful days
Everyone has their turn, it's the return
We grew old in the beautiful time
Of our four hundred blows, a little too much
And see that at the detour of a too-short path
Everyone has their turn, it's the return
 
Someone told him: 'You should know that youth passes'
He understood when his mirror grimaced at him
He threw away the flower of age
At the same time as his baggage
 
In searching too much, we've wasted
The best of what we had in the depths of our eyes
And see that at the detour of a too-short path
Everyone has their turn, it's the return
 
But the other time that waits for us
Will be worth other joys to you, to me
It's time without detours, the time of love
Everyone has their turn, it's the return
 
Yes, the return of new days
 

Comrade

Bolshevik revolution
Some awful datas
Thaf's true... that's true
 
12 millions of victims
For imposing a regime
Thaf's true... that's true
 
Workers and moujiks
under state violence
The great famine era
Under the regn of Lenin
Thaf's true... that's true
 
In the name of the single-party
No more democratic life
Thaf's true... that's true
 
dissidents and refuzniks
in mental institutions
Thaf's true... that's true
 
And in all their puppets states
They force the plebiscites
In sending the tanks
crushing dignity.
 
Keep that in your memory, comrade
when the human rights are in danger
It's always to west that people escape
Under the Liberty path
Thaf's true...
 
Boot camps for terrorists
Behind the marxists boundaries
Thaf's true... that's true
 
Military advisors for revolutionary wars
Some 'Liberation Front' to serve their ambitions
And under cover of humanism
They mark their expansionism
 
Keep that in your memory, comrade
When you goes marching for peace
The Red Army which marching on the great plaza
Is ready to attack
And ask to Afghans, comrads
You who're talking for 'oppressed peoples'
Cause the blood of childrens killed by grenade
Has the color of your ideas...
 

How beautiful life is !

Wind blowing in your blond hair,
A sunrise or a sunset ,
Some words of a song,
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
A bird making a wheel with its tail
On an already russet tree
And its song above all.
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
All what shakes and pulsates,
All what struggles and fights,
All what I believed in too fast
Vorever lost for me.
 
Still being able to watch
And to listen
And above all to sing...
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
Open Jazz in the night,
With its following trumpets
In a street in Paris...
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
The red blooming flower
Of a fluorescent lamp that makes shiver
Our two surprised shadows...
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
All what I might have lost,
All what is given to me again,
Is coming to my lips today,
At the end of this evening.
 
Still being able to share
My youth, my ideas
With my met up lover.
How beautiful, how beautiful life is !
 
Still being able to talk to you
Still being able to hug and kiss you
To tell you and sing about all that.
Yes, it's beautiful, life is beautiful !
 

the mountain

Versions: #2
They're leaving one by one the village
To go and earn their living
Far from the land where they were born
They had been dreaming for a long time
About the city and its secrets,
The Formica and the movies.
 
For the old people, it wasn't strange
When they wiped their lips
Mechanically with their sleeves.
But they knew all about
Killing quail or partridge
And eating goat cheese.
 
However how beautiful the mountain is !
 
How could one think
 
While watching a flock of swallow
 
That autumn just arrived?
 
With their hands over their heads
They had built low walls
Until the top of the hill
No matter the days, the years
They all had a well-born soul
Gnarled as a vine stock.
 
Vines run mixted with wood
Wine won't be done any more
It was an awful cheap wine
But it was making people live hundred years,
And these people were numerous,
If it didn't make you feel dizzy.
 
{Refrain}
 
Two goats and a few sheep
A good year and a bad one
And no holidays nor going out
The girls want to go to dancing
There's nothing more common
Than wanting to live your own life
 
Their lives, they'll be cops or civil servants
Able to wait without fear
The time of retirement
You have to know that you like
And coming home to a council flat
Eating hormone-treated chicken
 
However how beautiful the mountain is
How could one think
While watching a flock of swallow
That autumn just arrived?
 

we'll go

Versions: #2
we'll leave at night, the hour when you doubt
that tomorrow will return
far from the controlled cities, we'll follow the highway
and then we'll lose all norths1
 
we'll leave our keys, our cards2, and our codes
prisons to hold us back
all these people we see live as if unaware
that one day they'll have to die
 
and who end up surprised at night
 
oh, beautiful, we'll go
we'll leave, you and me, where? i don't know
there are just beautiful roads
and who cares where they lead us
oh, beautiful, we'll go, we'll follow the stars and the gold diggers
if we find any, we'll keep looking
 
we escape nothing, not even our flights
when we settle we're dead
oh, i've obeyed so much, chosen so little, little one
and the lost time eats me up
 
we'll take the cold and the burns head on
we'll forbid the lukewarm
the smoke, the alcohol, and the armored tranquilizers
that have stolen our pains from us
the truth won't scare us anymore
 
oh, beautiful, we'll go
we'll leave, you and me, where? i don't know
there are just trembling roads
the destinations look alike
oh, beautiful, you'll see
we'll follow the stars and the gold diggers
we'll never stop in the ports
 
beautiful, we'll go
and maybe the shadow will never catch us
we won't change the world
but it won't change us
my beautiful, hold my arm
we'll be millions in that case, you'll see
and even if everything is played out in advance, we'll go, we'll go
 
even if everything is played out in advance
next to me
you know there are just beautiful roads
and believe me, we'll leave, you'll see
if you believe me, beautiful
if you believe me, beautiful
one day we'll leave
if you believe me, beautiful
one day
 

• 1. get lost
• 2. or maps

Jean-Pierre's portrait

Oh, here's my mirror,
My beloved country,
My perfume,
My pleasure of living.
A lovely morning butterfly,
My beauty, my destiny,
I love you.
 
© Vladímir Sosnín

Can't Find Love

Several women have been in my room
But not one has filled the emptiness inside me
It's so hard for me to hand you
My heart
Oh, how I would love to fall in love
In total passion
 
Tired of walking
With know one to love
I want to fall in love
If I could find
That ideal person
To give my love to
 
Cuz I
Can't find love I can't trust no one
With my heart with my heart
Even though
I want to feel, it's so hard for me to trust love
 
Once again
It's Jean
2 Strong
Javier
Let it Rock
 
Sometimes I lock myself in my room to imagine
That perfect love
How I'd take her to the movies or to dinner
And give her my attention
But then my heart reacts
And like a coward
I run from my feelings
 
Tired of walking
With know one to love
I want to fall in love
If I could find
That ideal person
To give my love to
 
Cuz I
Can't find love I can't trust no one
With my heart with my heart
Even though I want to feel
It's so hard for me to trust love
(x2)
 
Can't find love trust no one
Can't find love trust no one
Can't find love trust no one
Can't find love trust no one
Can't find love trust no one