A keresés eredménye

This Man Here

You're going to sit here, and you're going to listen: the woman that I loved
You made me brake up with her and I became this man here
And here you are lost, distraught with remorse for never having known
Resist to your body, you will never see this man here
 
I'm going to leave this place, I pity my successor.
Someday — whatever you do, you'll bring her bad luck.
You will remember this man here.
 
I know your program, I see your future
Other hands claim that you are going to make you suffer
Your pretty soulless eyes make me sick to vomit
 
Go destroy the happiness, do your job on Earth
Go cry out, go start wars
Your pretty heartless body, go auction it off
 
Don't wait too long: wrinkles don't wait.
Tonight, I would like to have as much as your last contract
May your last client be this man.
 
May your last customer
May your last contract be the man here
Be the man here.
 

Requiem for a madman

I'm warning you, don't come closer,
Whether you're a cop or onlooker.
I'll kill the one who makes a move.
No, I'll not do any favors!
And turn off all these search-lights,
And lower your guns pointed on me.
No, I'll not fly away without her.
 
Tell the priest, tell the pastor,
That elsewhere they go and be hanged.
The devil came earlier,
And my soul is no longer for sale.
If you grant me this night,
At dawn, I'll give you my life.
Cause, what would be my life without her?
 
I was such a madman. But due to love,
She made out of me a madman, a madman of love.
My heaven, it was her eyes, her mouth.
My life, it was her body, her body ...
I loved her so much, that so as to keep her, I killed her.
Because, for a great love to last forever,
It must to die, it must to die of love ...
 
The day rises, the night palling,
Hunters and dogs are starving.
Its time to sound hallali hunting horns,
The beast must die this morning.
I'll open wide the shutters,
Aim for the heart, I'm ready.
I want to fall asleep with her forever.
 
I was a madman. But due to love,
She made out of me a madman, a madman of love.
My heaven, it was her eyes, her mouth.
My life, it was her body, her body ...
I loved her so much, that so as to keep her, I killed her.
I'm just a madman, just a madman of love
A poor madman who dies,
Who dies of love ...
 

Riding To The West

A red sun rising over
the chrome of an
A leather jacket you keep wearing in your dreams
and Brando in your saddle bags.
 
Somewhere, the ,
chicks and real guys1
I've got all I need in my mind
to show me the way.
That's all I need
to ride to the west.
 
An hotel in the desert
The destination is nowhere
From El Paso to the Grand Canyon
just a bowl of green chile.
 
Warm sand in my boots,
snow on my hair,
turquoises in my eyes,
I've got a full tank in my head
That's all I need
to ride to the west
 
Alabama, Arizona, Nevada
Riding to the west
Highway 40. Texas City. Route 66
Riding to the west
Yeah, riding to the west
Oh, riding to the west
 
A girl said to me, 'brother,
a bed's ready for you in Del Rio'
A Navajo traded his pancho
for a burger.
 
I feel like a tequila
between salt and lemon,
between sky and water
as the V-twin echoes in my head.
That's all I need
to ride to the west
 
A pristine white house
and Scarlett flashing me a smile
In a New Orleans cemetary
Easy Rider following me.
 
I'm part of the scenery
and Norman Rockwell himself
drew tatoos all over my body.
A hell of an engine in my head
That's all I need
to ride to the west
 
Riding to the west
Riding to the west
Riding to the west
Riding to the west
Oh, riding to the west
Oh, riding to the west
Riding to the west
 

• 1. That's the French title of ''. 'souris' can also mean 'chick' so that could be read as 'chicks and real guys'

But only with me

You often laugh at someone else
 
That' s what's bothering me.
 
Every Sunday you want to go out
 
Yeah with a gentleman.
 
Go out as often as you want, darling
 
But only with me.
 
Every night you want to dance
 
Yeah, you like it like that that way.
 
From here I dance all night
 
But only with me.
 
And if you ever want to know about sweet kissing
 
Well, then come to me.
 
If you ever want to go on a journey
 
Yeah, far away from here.
 
Then I'll go as far as beyond India
 
But only with me.
 
Every night you'll go out baby
 
Oooh
 
Every night you will dance
 
Goooo
 
I'll dance all night Baby
 
But only with me
 
And if you want to know about sweet kissing
 
Well, come to me.
 
And if I go to a jeweler for special reasons
 
Then I'll buy two gold rings
 
But only with you.
 
You can dance and swing and twist and twist and swing Yeah Yeah
 
You can cry and laugh
 
You can do anything anything you can kiss baby
 
But only with me
 
Come on and dance
 

The prison

The high prison doors just closed
And this time, I feel like they'll never open ever again, that I won't ever leave.
Life has slowly given up on my mother,
And a river of tears poured on me.
They are the sons of shadow, forgotten by the sun,
So much men but only one same looser
 
Oh, mother, tell your sons not to be like me :
'Cause with time, they will end up prison meat
And you, sweet mama, will be tired of suffering
Forgive me one more time, and live only for you,
Yes, the high prison doors just closed
And this time, I feel like they'll never open ever again, that I won't ever leave.
 

24 000 kisses

Love me
as I love you.
If you leave me in charge,
for a whole day,
I'll kiss you
24 000 times.
 
I place bets all around
without losing more than ten seconds.
I promise in front of everyone
to give you 24 000 kisses.
 
I know not what's happening.
You see honey, the more I kiss you,
the more I long to hug you!
yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé...
 
I rather like it when you hug me
and because you know I'm not wooden,
I won't leave my place
when I give you twenty-four thousand kisses.
 
I draw a stick every ten thousand.
I'm now at at least eight hundred thousand,
but I don't want to stop!
yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé, yé...
 
And when at a hundred years
we need to leave the earth,
without even saying a prayer
I'm pretty sure Saint Peter
in seeing me always honest
will allow me to kiss you
for [all] eternity!
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
 

I am alone

I am alone
Desperate
 
When I see the by the hand
All the lovers, I know well
This love I will never know
It will never be for me
 
I am alone
Desperate
 
You may talk about love
I am alone almost everytime
In the middle of my torments
I tell myself that you are lying to me
 
Life, life is pretty nice
I am afraid to be one day betrayed
And your love, you can swear to me
I know well that one day you will make me scream
 
I am alone
 
I am alone
Desperate
 
I am alone
Desperate
 
:)

Game of cards

Like an unfinished Game of cards
that looked like you
a never full game we were handing out
with no real success
 
i was affraid of dying,
i begged
as one had to suffer
i whispered
 
scraps of prayers, monotonous chants,
we were hearing,
I am now worthless to you, i deserted,
i left you
 
i didn't want to
go on
i could only see
burnt ground
i was affraid of dying
i drowned
i didn't want to follow you anymore
i was bored
 
but without mercy,
you were laughing
about all my Dreams
why do we always have to kneel
to answer for our past
 
i was affraid of dying
i was imagining
Strange castles
that i was destroying
 
Like a Game of cards
unfinished
a never full game
that looked like you
 
I was affraid of dying
Yes, i was affraid of dying
 
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The last summer girl

I don't want to waste time
there are other things to do
than work in summer
for peanuts
Yeah, on the phone, when i call
my favourite girl
My boss says
(you've got work to do)
sometimes, i wonder
who tries to prevent me
from seeing the last summer girl
 
She set up a meeting,
and i arranged my haircut
but my parents,
took back the carkeys
Yeah, i didn't work
i pretend i was sick
(You've got work to do son,
no stroll)
Yeah, sometimes i wonder
what i can do
to see
the last summer girl
 
I will take the first train
i won't wait on summer
and i'll send all my problems
to downing street
when i saw the prime minister
he seemed suprised
(i would like to help you,
but you're too young to vote)
Yeah, sometime i wonder
what's worse than wanting to love
a girl in summer
 
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The girl with light-coloured hairs

From the window of the train,
i saw a girl, one night
who had so light-coloured hairs,
That i thought i was dreaming,
 
it was nearly Sunset,
and i travelled for a very very long time,
i had asches 1 in my mouth
and i felt tired
 
but the hairs of this girl
so blond, so light, so clear,
gave me this freshness,
that only children can have
 
she wasn't waiting anything, nor anybody
i just walked out the train,
she gave me a tour of her city
and walked through wheat fields
 
near a wild and fast river
we slept together
and i think i loved her
on the very first night
 
If sometime you take the train,
keep an eye on deserted platforms
somewhere, there is this girl,
she looks like summer
 
she won't wait for anything, nor anybody,
but don't talk to her about me,
because i left her one morning
i still Wonder why,
 
she was a light-coloured hair girl
i want to preserve her reflection,
i woud like to delay winter,
but time will fade her face
 
i woud like to delay winter,
but you know, time will fade her face
 

• 1. dust

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O Carole

O Carole
Don't look at me like that
If i am there tonight
it is only to tell you
that he won't come
 
It is not worthy to cry for that,
In just a week, you'll replace him, you'll forget him
but the joy in your eyes is gone
dry your tears, forget it and come dance with me,
when he'll know i conforted you,
that day, maybe, he'll come back to you
 
O Carole
Don't look at me like that
If i am there tonight
It is only because you are everything to me
 
You dance with me, but you're far away,
you think of the one that won't come
but i think that's him i see over there
he is coming straight to you, and already you're smiling to him
it's too late for me, it's really over,
and yes, it seems he already changed his mind
 
O Carole
Don't look at me like that
There is too much joy in your eyes,
it's really over for me
 
O Carole
Don't look at me like that
There is too much joy in your eyes,
it's really over for me
 
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Behind love

Behind love stretches
a long string of questions1
that we ask ourselves.
There lie many things.
The tears that keep weighing on our hearts
and regrets, and grudges,
dazzling memories
and visions of oblivion.
 
Give me, give me your body
to live and die in it.
Love me, love me stronger.
Keep me from destroying myself
 
What lies behind your love?
Who is this woman lying2 by my side?
When you say you love me,
is it really me you love?
And when you make love to me,
are you really making love?3
 
You forgbid me to go looking
behinf this tall black curtain.
 
Give me, give me your body
to live and die in it.
Love me, love me stronger.
Keep me from destroying myself
I need your hands on me
and your breath, and your voice,
your joys, your moans,
your cries, your fears.
 
I need your body so much
Give me, give med your body
to live and die in it.
Love me, love me stronger.
Keep me from destroying myself
Give me, give med your body
to live and die in it.
Love me, love me stronger.
Keep me from destroying myself
Give me, give med your body
to live and die in it.
Love me, love me stronger.
 

• 1. lit. 'a whole chain of 'why's'
• 2. French does without position verbs so I just picked the most likely one
• 3. that's Johnny's philosophical thinking for you!

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The instinct

The instinct is a woman guiding me
she decides for me each day
i rely on her impulses
i never question myself
 
I believe everything you tell me
do what you want with my life
this is all just a game
do what you want from me
i believe everything you tell me
everything you tell me
 
She never listens to those who think
that's just for me when she dances
dragging me to the desire's end
far from the routine and boredom
 
I believe everything you tell me
do what you want with my life
this is all just a game
do what you want from me
i believe everything you tell me
everything you tell me
 
Do yo know why i trust
cause i always listen to my sixth sense
 
I believe everything you tell me
do what you want with my life
this is all just a game
do what you want from me
i believe everything you tell me
everything you tell me
 
I believe everything you tell me
do what you want with my life
this is all just a game
do what you want from me
i believe everything you tell me
everything you tell me
 
I believe everything you tell me
do what you want with my life
this is all just a game
do what you want from me
i believe everything you tell me
everything you tell me
 
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Yeah, I know...

Yeah, I know, all these stares following me
Yeah, I know, all these words left unsaid
Yeah, I know, all these things I could have done
though I couldn't keep quiet as I was nearing hell
 
Yeah, I know, these smiles we make up,
the icy hands, the long hours of waiting
Yeah, I know, these mornings tired
by too many wasted words, too many elusive dreams.
 
Yeah, I know, there were bouts of anger,
some screaming, toughtless words.
Yeah, I know, all the things I could have said
tough I would not suffer1 when I felt anger rising
 
I yelled so many times to be better heard
(I was) so often awkward, so often unhappy.
I parked my fears on parking lots of hatred2
I picked up tabs far more expensive than my chains3
but I know no pardon will be granted
to the one who picks the wrong fate on this strange path4
 
Yeah, I know
 
Yeah, I know, this too fragile toy
that is never given but easily lent
Yeah, I know, all these worrying nights,
with fear in your guts as you struggle uphill.
 
Yeah, I know, all these meaningful silences
Yeah, I know, all these things we no longer do.
Though5 I skimmed 6random beds
during a few too dark nights for a few hours of hope
 
I tried to live amidst remorses
I tried to survive while people thought me dead
If I really believed in friendships that were nothing but dust7
and sought a remedy in the bottom of a few glasses
it's because I was afraid people would see me
as I see people. I was so afraid of myself.
 
Yeah, I know.
 

• 1. 'à défaut de...' does not make much sense. I suspect it's just there for the symetry with the 1st stanza
• 2. that's what I call a ponderous metaphor...
• 3. here comes another one...
• 4. my oh my...
• 5. I suppose the end of the sentence is in the next stanza
• 6. 'glisser' might imply something quick or a mishap. It sounds a bit odd too
• 7. lit. 'dust friendships'

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Some screams

The first scream I let out
was the one of the new born
the day when my mother gave me birth
naked, bloody between the sheets
 
the intensity of the sun frightened me
 
the second time I screamed
It was a scream of delight
when a woman attracted me
naked, trembling, in her arms
 
the intensity of desire frightened me, yes frightened me
 
i had a look of hunger
the vague look of the misloved
the look of the boy who doesn't know
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
 
The third scream I let out
was the one of the fulfilled man
when the public called me again
on the stage for the tenth time
 
the intensity of success frightened me, oh frightened me
 
The reason why I don't scream anymore today
is because something took over
it speaks little, it speaks low,
the loneliness weakens my voice
 
the reflect of my life frightens me, frighten me
 
I had a look of hunger
the vague look of the misloved
the look of the boy who doesn't know
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
 
The last time, last time
 
I had a look of hunger
the vague look of the misloved
the look of the boy who doesn't know
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
that two bodies sometimes collapse each other
 

Because of some love

It's not easy to get dumped out of the blue
and loose your footing and feel yourself falling.
You thought everything was well secured
and all of a sudden the ground starts shaking
because of love, of love, of love.
 
I thought our story would last for years,
just like the job I had just found,
but the manageress can't hire any more.
I have only one plan left:
some love, some love, some love
 
I had so much of it,
I had too much for the both of us
And now I'm drowning for the both of us
I don't know how I'll manage,
how you're supposed to put up with that.
If at least the sky could clear
we could at last unhook it
off love, off love, off love1
 
I loved you so much
I loved you too much, I blame myself
and I'm drowning for the both of us
 
I loved you so much
I loved you too much, I blame myself
and I'm drowning for the both of us
because of love, of love, of love.
 

• 1. 'se lever' is usually applied to weather. Likewise, it's usually the moon you unhook. The final 'de l'amour' makes it sounds like love were a hook the sky would be dangling from.
  In short, a complete disaster

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For me, the life will begin

For me, the life will begin
Back to this country
where the sun and wind
where my friend, my parents
kept my child heart
 
For me, the life will begin
and my past get out from left
to walk on my meadow
riding with my frend
For me the life will begin
 
For me the life will begin
i can see the night come down
without being affraid to be surprised
while far away as a herd
move the shadows of horses
 
For me the life will begin
and under the sky of this country
without know to be bored
my years will flow without noise
between the sky and my friends
 
For me the life will begin
For me the life will begin
For me the life will begin
 

Son of nobody

Some are born
In the folds of the flag
At the sound of military anthems
And when the troop parades under their tiles
They have the warrior soul
 
But not me
But not me
I was not born a soldier
But not me
But not me
I am the son of nobody
 
Some are born with it in their cradle
The billions of their father
We teach them that everything can be bought
Business, yes, is business
 
But not me
Not me
I am not born billionaire
But not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
 
Some are born
In accordance with the laws
They want to make a good career
Their paradise is a narrow office
In a huge ministry
 
But not me
Not me
I am not born a civil servant
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
 
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
Not me
Not me
I am the son of nobody
 

I see her every morning

I see her every morning, 5:40AM
she's going to catch her train, and i go back home
she starts the day, always on time
but light makes me affraid
she has this inaccessible self-confidence
from those who were born Lucky
 
She is beautiful, like daygirls
like those who haven't anything to hide
and i always wait before going home
just to look at her
 
by seeing her, we figure out neat kids
a man, the smell of coffee
the life one thinks of, before getting busted
the life i will never have
 
And i feel pathetic
dirty from smokes of my nights
I was born guilty
guilty of desire, her world is forbidden
 
i curse the week-ends
when the others stole her from me
until next monday, 5:40AM
she's going to catch her train... and i go back home
 

Those whom love hurt

Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from the front
They have the fear in the eyes
They have the wrinkle at the front
Like some young old people
They walk with the back bent
They do a little pity
They do a little pity
 
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
 
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from afar
To the one who makes nothing
They shout, they shout for having air
I made love, I did, sir
As if they were proud
As if they were happy
 
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
 
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from their home
They find the fire extinguished
We don't expect them
In front of the cold ashes
Like some dogs, without crying
They lick their wounds
They treat their past
 
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love hurt
 
Like some people who came back from war
Like some people who came back from love
They swear, this is the last (time)
For good, forever
They must put away the weapons
They must dry up the tears
They want to die in peace
And that we give them peace.
 
Those whom love
Those whom love
Those whom love killed, killed
 

Jesus Christ

If he's still around nowadays
he must be living in the States
and playing the guitar
sleeping on couches in train stations
and smoking pot
with a vagrant blue stare
 
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a Hippie
 
A mexican poncho on his shoulders
a bandana on his brow
he wears a beard and long hair
he picked fights in Chicago
he likes bare-breasted chicks
he was born in San Francisco.
 
Yeah, Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a Hippie
In parks, along the docks
he lives in a sleeping bag.
he keeps being arrested
for vagrancy.
In the great Woodstock festival
he was the one tending to the wounded
 
Yeah, Jesus, Jesus Christ
Ooh Jesus Christ is a Hippie
 
I think his father's name was Joe
I think his mother's name was Mary
I think he's thirty three
I think the FBI is after him
and if they manage to corner him
they'll nail our friend on a cross.
 
Oh Jesus, Jesus Christ
Mmm Jesus Christ is a Hippie
 
Yeah, Jesus, Jesus Christ
Ooh, Jesus Christ is a Hippie
(x2)
 
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You Have to Drink from the Source

Behind the hill
Behind the chimneys
Beyond the clouds of smoke
There's a source
That distils wine
A wine more intoxicating
Than all other wines
 
If you want to choose it
If you want to taste it
You only have to cross the valley
It's not too far
It's for free
You only have to forget your prejudices
 
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Tear up your money
Tear up your papers
Burn your clothes and your shoes
Open up your arms and you'll rediscover
The torrent of life that runs inside of you
 
(x3)
You have to drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 
Drink from the source
Drink from the source
Drink from the source of life
 

All the music I love

All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues.
Words are never the same1
to express what blues is
 
There I put my joys and my sorrows
and it all becomes the blues.
I sing it as much as I love it
and I'll sing it forever more.
 
A long time ago, on guitars,
black hands gave birth to it
to sing of sorrows and hopes,
to sing of God and love too.
 
Music will stay alive as long as blues does
 
The blues means I love you
and it hurts like hell
I cry but I sing all the same,
this is my prayer to keep you (by my side)
 
All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues
Words are never the same
to express what blues is
 
Wow!
 
There I put my joys and my sorrows
and it all becomes the blues.
I sing it as much as I love it
and I'll sing it forever more.
 
A long time ago, on guitars,
black hands gave birth to it
to sing of sorrows and hopes,
to sing of God and love too.
 
All the music I love
comes from there, from the blues
Words are never the same
to express what blues is
 

• 1. the French is a bit awkward, the idea is 'there are endless ways of expressing what blues is'

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If I were a carpenter

If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
would you want to marry me
and bear our child?
 
My house would not be
the palace of a great king.
I would have built it for you
alone with my own hands.
 
Take the love I offer you.
You have to be strong
When our son becomes a man
he'll have much to do.
 
If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
my hands would be dry and hard
and yours would be so fragile
 
Men and their wrath
would come at night to kill.
We would flee into the desert
to hide the newborn.
 
If I were a carpenter
and your name were Mary
would you want to marry me
and start all over again?
 
Would you want to marry me
and start all over again?
 
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Oh, my beautiful Sarah

Oh, my beautiful Sarah
How much time still
Oh, my beautiful Sarah
will i be waiting for your body?
 
If you think that i am going to spend sleepless nights
if you think that i am a bird on your branch
you live in an illusion
because everything changes, and breaks, and passes, and bores
the desire, the pleasure, attenuate in space
and you'll have nothing more, no nothing more
 
Oooh, my beautiful Sarah
you offerer me your body, yeah, your body,
Oooh, my beautiful Sarah
thank you, thank you for your effort, your effort,
but i see in your eyes the fog extend
and i know that you know, this is already too late
and this is already the end
 
It is awful, nasty, frightening, dreadful,
how we all are time's victims
But it has nothing to do with me, no nothing
 
Eh Sarah!
 
Oooh, my beautiful Sarah
you offerer me your body, yeah, your body,
Oooh, my beautiful Sarah
thank you for your effort, your effort,
 
because everything changes, and breaks, and passes, and bores
the desire, the pleasure, attenuate in space
and it has Nothing to do with me
 
It is awful, nasty, disappointing, dreadful,
how we all are time's victims
But it has nothing to do with me, no Nothing
 
thank you for your effort, your effort,
because everything changes, and breaks, and passes, and bores
the desire, the pleasure, attenuate in space
and it has Nothing to do with me
 
It is awful, nasty, frightening, dreadful,
how we all are time victims
But it has nothing to do with me, no Nothing
 

If You Leave

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If you leave
I want the whole world to be covered in fog
And for silence to take over the villages
That nothing moves anymore, in life and on the beaches
That only the wind can be heard
The wind that howls, that shouts and understands
 
If you leave
I want to burn the violins and the guitars
To send back the musicians and poets
To forget Christmas and all celebrations
To get rid of the birds
To get rid of everything beautiful
 
If you leave
I want all the trains in the world
To stay in the stations
I want to block all roads
To close off the borders
To introduce a curfew, the right of war
For riffs to be forbidden
For pleasure to be abolished
 
If you leave,
I want to block all roads
To close off the borders
To introduce a curfew, the right of war
For riffs to be forbidden
For pleasure to be abolished
 
If you leave
I want the whole world to be covered in fog
And that silence takes over the villages
That nothing moves anymore and on beaches
That only the wind can be heard
The wind that howls, that shouts and that understands
If you leave
If you leave