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Not lady ever

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I don't think I will ever call you lady
since you're not like the other women.
Don't know if I can call you
the way I use to describe men.
 
Putting a name on you seems difficult to me.
I can't call you like all the other girls.
But anyway I can call you all the time,
and should I cry too much, you'll cry just as much.
 
You're so strong it's frightening
to think I should be like that
to go through all these mistakes.
You're so beautiful you don't even know it,
but as for me, I know your biggest fan.
 
Sometimes you forget to be strong,
that's when I know where my passion comes from,
as after a feverish smile
you break into tears for no reason.
 
Your thin skin turns
the outrageous feelings
into bouquets of flowers1
so sentitive you might take offence.
If you try and push it farther,
you won't easily chill it out2.
 
I don't think I will ever call you lady
since you're not like the other women.
Don't know if I can call you
the way I use to write about men.
 
Putting a name on you seems difficult to me.
I can't call you like all the other girls.
But anyway I can call you all the time,
and for now it will be Mom.
 

• 1. that's a pretty untranslatable pun on the expression 'à fleur de peau', meaning thin-skinned (excessively emotional), where 'fleur' means 'surface', as in the verb 'affleurer' (showing on the surface of something).
• 2. lit. 'if you ask it to go higher, you'll have to go and get it [back] afterwards'

Do whatever you want with my translations. I'm not rich enough to sue you anyway.

Silly girl

The time has come to leave,
without anyone to go to.
I don't know what to plan for,
but no desire means no regrets.
 
The time has come to puke
on this bunch of surly faces,
to whom I no longer know what to smile,
to whom I no longer know what to say.
 
There has been much talk about the era
and these kids who no longer know how to love,
but since there are stocks to liquidate,
the logistics churns out babies.
 
The silly girl would rather not turn stupid,
just a small matter of subtelty.
Some say for too much faith in men1
some girls eventually get screwed.
 
Pick your notebook and become
all that you could never stand.
Write down the angst and the sorrow,
nobody dies without emptying onself.
 
We thought we would start from scratch
and be successful on our own,
with hands full of emptiness,
can you picture my pretty face?
 
Smile lost along the way
because nobody likes it anymore,
as the kid turns into a dog,
and the dog starts growling.
 
There had indeed been talks about faith,
the one you put where you can,
but when there is room for a cross,
chances are it will sound hollow.
 
You might say 'you still have your guitar,
your love is your music'.
Now I tell you, music is my desperation:
an drunkard of a spinster
 
who demands to see me every night
to assess my guts.
She takes whatever she pleases and has her fun
exposing it in front of the audience.
 
It should have been one of these songs
where the tiny bit of hope shows up in the end,
that won't let you jump off the bridge
without a harness nor a cushion.
 

• 1. 'coire en l'homme' generally means 'have faith in mankind' but 'homme' can also mean 'man' as opposite to 'woman'

Do whatever you want with my translations. I'm not rich enough to sue you anyway.

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