A keresés eredménye

In that empty house

I remember well
That musician,
Autumn was there
At the house
I remember well
That musician,
Autumn was there
On his violin
 
The time has gone
From the violin times
When you were in that house
It's been raining so much
For so many seasons
The violin times are gone
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my summers listening to
This symphony
That was so beautiful
And which reminds me
Of an ended love
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
I have nobody to wait for
 
I remember well
That musician,
On a night of farewell at the house
I remember well
That musician,
And the farewell
On his violin
 
And every year
When the summer ends
I hear the september violin
And the past
Like a symphony
Enters this very room
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights listening to
That symphony
Today long gone
And which reminds me
That you were beautiful
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
Nobody to wait for
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my summers listening to
This symphony
That was so beautiful
And which reminds me
Of an ended love
 
Me, in that empty house,
In that empty room,
I spend my nights watching
Birds passing by
Like threats
And I hear the autumn coming
Nobody to wait for
 

Who killed Grandma ?

Versions: #2
There were, in Grandma's times,
Flowers growing in her garden
Time has passed by, only pansies remain
And in your hands there is nothing left
 
Chorus :
Who killed Grandma, is it time
Or people who have no time
To make some time ?
La la la...
 
There were, in Grandma's times,
Silence to listen to
Branches on trees, leaves on branches
Birds on the leaves singing
 
Chorus
 
The bulldozer killed Grandma
And turned her flowers into jackhammers
Birds now only find construction sites to sing
Is that why we mourn you ?
 
Chorus
 
Who killed Grandma, is it time
Or people who have no time
To make some time ?
 

The ball of the Laze

I will be hanged tomorrow morning
My life wasn't meant
For the castles
Everything happened on that June night
There was a party given
At the castle
 
In the Laze castle,
The largest ball in London,
Lord and Lady de Laze
Were receiving the high society
Diamonds, rubies, topazes
And white long dresses.
Hidden in the garden
I was clenching my fists
I was watching as they danced
Jane and her fiancé
 
I will be hanged tomorrow at dawn
That's a pity for the girl
Of this castle
As I think she liked the love
That we were making, alone
Far from the castle
 
In the Laze castle
For Jane's twentieth birthday,
Lord and Lady de Laze
Had received the Queen
Me, the fool people stared at
I was seething with hate
Hidden in the garden
I was clenching my fists
I was watching as they danced
Jane and her fiancé
 
I will be hanged tomorrow morning
It will take up barely four lines
In the newspapers
I am just a common assassin
A vagrant unworthy
Of this castle
 
In the Laze castle,
Maybe that Jane
As they put me down
Will feel a little sorrow
But my last sentence
Will be to pity myself
Since she will be given
Another fiancé
And I won't be able
To eliminate that one
 

My Regrets

No need to get up to listen to me
Sorry to disturb you on such a beautiful evening
Your wedding dress is made for marriage
My regrets, my regrets
 
Do not be afraid of me I will not disturb
Your happiness that begins where my joy ends
I really did not know that in one night we could ...
But what's the point, what's the point ...
 
What good is it to say that life is only possible with you?
You are not listening to me
You do not see me
How far are you already
 
If one hour one night we could meet again
I said stupid and empty words
I must forgive myself I have not yet ...
Accustomed, accustomed
 
It must be said that everything changes so quickly
I have to close my eyes to see you as before
No do not speak
In me I hear your voice as before, as before
 
She tells me words this voice
How far it is
But talk, do something, do not leave me
Go away like that
 
Sorry for disturbing such a beautiful evening
I came first and foremost to ask you
Not to come back, only not to smile
Not smile, do not smile
 

Letter to France

Versions: #3
Once upon a time
You and me
Never forget this!
You and me!
 
Since flew away from you
I'm like away from myself
And I think about you softly
You are six hours away from me
I'm lightyears away from you
That's how it is, living here
 
The difference
Is that silence
Sometimes, deep inside me
 
You still live by the seas
Sometimes in the newspapers
I see you on photographs
And I live away from you
In a music box
Electric and fantastic
I live in delusion
 
The difference
Is that silence
Sometimes, deep inside me
 
You're not always the prettiest
And I remain unfaithful to you
But who can predict the future
Of our memories?
Yes, I miss you so bad sometimes
Even though I won't admit it
Love is made out of that
 
Once upon a time
You and me
Never forget this!
You and me!
 
Since I flew away from you
I'm like away from myself
And I think about you out there
Yes, I miss you so bad sometimes
Even though I won't admit it
I think about you softly
 

Tibili

You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
Dream, dream
 
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
Dream, dream
 
And if one day you leave me
My love come back to me soon
And I'll hold your hand
Until early morning
And we will be fine
 
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
Dream, dream
 
You have, Schubidoua
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
 
You have, Schubidoua
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
 
I do not know what's going on
No, my heart, what do you want me to do
Because of your crazy hair
Yes, I am jealous
I admit it
 
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
You have, you have, a tibili-wa
Dream, dream
 
You have, Schubidoua
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
 
You have, Schubidoua
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
Schubidoua wa
 

Ring A Ding

I'm born into a ring-a-ding family
My parents wanted a girl and ring-a-ding
At school I passed for a ring-a-ding
In the hand I had like a ring-a-ding
You understood me
 
One day I have grandmother deals with ring-a-ding
She returned a pair of ring-a-ding
Even did not understand the ring-a-ding
She spoke Chinese but not the ring-a-ding
She did not understand
 
I spend my life doing ring a ding
I never wanted to change my style
I like life, I like the ring a ding
And as I go from city to city
 
I'm in love with a girl very ring a ding
She has blue eyes and then ring a ding
And already the bells were ring a ding
But at the town hall, I said 'ring a ding'
She did not understand
 
I said:
Ring-a-ding!
Ring-a-ding!
Oh oh oh
 

The Prince Held Captive

When my mind is like a stormy day
When life takes me by the throat
When I'm bored when I'm like a prince being held hostage
That does not come to claim anyone
 
I make myself light I do not weigh a gram anymore
And I'm going to heaven
So my view is beautiful
I have a light heart I do not shed a tear
And I'm in the stars
So I am not hurt anymore
I hover and I forget the earth and the drama
And I'm walking and I'm strolling
 
When it's over and I take my luggage
And yet I still love you
When I know that I live like a scaffold
Who only stands by one edge
 
I make myself light I do not weigh a gram anymore
And I'm going to heaven
So my view is beautiful
I have a light heart I do not shed a tear
And I'm in the stars so I am not hurt anymore
I hover and I forget the earth and the drama
And I'm walking and I'm strolling
 
And when life is like a cage
And that I feel running autumn
When I say to myself that I am like this prince being held hostage
I do not come to claim anyone
 
I make myself light I do not weigh a gram anymore
And I'm going to heaven
So my view is beautiful
I have a light heart I do not shed a tear
And I'm in the stars so I am not hurt anymore
I hover and I forget the earth and the drama
 
And I'm walking and I'm strolling
And I forget the land and the drama
And I'm walking and I'm strolling
And I forget the earth
And I'm walking
And I forget the earth
 

The man who cried tears of glass

If there is anyone interested
Send me his name and address
I will tell him the story
Of the man who cried without hope
 
He was crying tears of glass
And when they reached the earth
It made music that was
Angelic and ghostly
 
The air was always the same
An air that told the story
From a woman with an ephemeral soul
Who was falling one day in the sea
 
Pushing in the back by a man
Who was crying tears of glass
If there is anyone interested
Send me his name and address
 

You And Me

You shave me. I told you
It takes time. Will you have to
There is no AIDS. You and me. let's go. There is no AIDS. You and me and that's it
There is no AIDS. You and me. let's go
You will show me where you live. I'll show you where I live. It would take too much time for me to explain. Will you have to love me and quickly
You will show me where you live. I'll show you where I live. It would take too much time for me to explain. Will you have to love me and quickly
There is no AIDS. You and I are going. We will use protection. You and me, and that's it
There is no AIDS. You and I are going. We'll use protection. You and me, and that's it
You will show me where you live. I'll show you where I live. It would take too much time for me to explain. Will you have to love me and quickly
You will show me where you live. I'll show you where I live. It will take too much time for me to explain. Will you have to love me and quickly
There is no AIDS. You and I are going. We'll fall. You and me, and that's it
 

Need You

Need you
When you leave ...
Need you
When you're not here ...
 
From Babylon to Alaska
I'm hot and cold
When people talk to me about you
In Borneo or Java
By the force of you
I'll go wherever you will go
Need you ...
 
Need you
When you leave ...
Need you
When you're not here ...
 
From Valparaiso to Alaska
I'm hot and cold
Never in the same place
In Borneo or Java
By the force of you
I will go where you want
Need you ...
 
Need you
When you leave ...
Need you
When you're not here ...
 
From Babylon to Alaska
I'm hot and cold
When people talk to me about you
In Borneo or Java
By force of you
I'll go wherever you will go
Need you ...
 
Need you
When you leave ...
Need you
When you're not here ...
 
From Babylon to Alaska
I'm hot and cold
When people talk to me about you
In Borneo or Java
By the force of you
I'll go wherever you will go
From Babylon ...
 

Kama Sutra

When dust has erased our steps
That light will not come from below
Those who will visit us here below
Will not understand what we were doing there
But it will be fine
It'll be fine
We will be found
In the positions of Kama Sutra
Wondering what we were doing there
We will be asked
Where does one go from where
Etc
And we will try
To know why
We will explain where we go from where we go
And we will try to find out why
They will ask us again
Things we will not answer
But it will be fine
 
It'll be fine
They will find us
In the positions of Kama Sutra
Wondering what we were doing there
They will ask us
Where does it come from and where are we going?
And we will try to find out why
When dust has erased our steps
We'll say everything we want
And speaking of what we do not know
We'll be told everything we were not
But it will be fine
It'll be fine
We will be found
In the positions of Kama Sutra
Wondering what we were doing there
We will be asked
Where we come from where we go and so on
And we will try to find out why
 

Come Play Fight

Oh no, do not wait for roses Hello.
Papuilles the two of us always
I'm not hopeful
Me, I only think about tonight
I have your poems in my drawers
And take them out for another story
I do not know about life
today
Come play fight,
Make you play fight
play fight
Make you play fight .
Too early to talk about marriage
The papers make me wise.
And the town hall is here,
Not very far from my bed.
Forget everything you've learned,
Let me show you my life.
I do not know history
Tonight
Come play fight,
Make you play fight
play fight
Make you play fight.
I only think about tonight.
Come heckle,
Make you play fight
play fight
Make you play fight.
 

Under what star was I born?

Under what star was I born?
I'm still wondering
I may search again
When sounds the hour of my death
 
Did I choose the right path?
I'm still wondering
I would like not to regret
When sounds the hour of my death
 
I did not get the idea
To see the day
I did not decide
This short moment of love
 
Under what star was I born?
I'm still wondering
I may search again
When sounds the hour of my death
 
On love on friendship
My opinion will not it have changed?
Will they be at my bedside?
When sounds the hour of my death
 
I did not get the idea
To see the day
I did not decide
This short moment of love
 
Under what star was I born?
I'm still wondering
I may search again
When sounds the hour of my death
 
Did I choose the right path
I'm still wondering
I would like not to regret
When sounds the hour of my death
 
The hour of my death
At the time of my death ...
 

Goodbye Marylou

When the screen turns on I type on my keyboard
All the words without a voice we talk with our fingers
And I send in the night a message for the one who
Answered me OK to a rendez vous
 
Electric message when she messages me
I receive on my screen her story
We approach in multi and I draw in duo
After OK she sends me the name Marylou
 
Goodbye Marylou
Goodbye Marylou
Goodbye Marylou
Good-bye
 
When I caressed her name on my screen
I type Marylou on my keyboard
When she undresses, I put her with her fingers
Message received OK Marylou
 
Goodbye Marylou
Goodbye Marylou
Goodbye Marylou
Good-bye
 
When night comes and sleeps with the day
The light comes from Marylou's keyboard
I send her nickname but it is she who receives me
Until the dawn we talk about ourselves
 

I Am A Man

I am a cro-magnon man
I am a monkey or a fish
On the ground, in all seasons
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
I am one and then millions
I am a man with a lion's heart
At war, in any season
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
I am a man full of ambitions
Beautiful car and beautiful house
In the bedroom, in the living room
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
I make love and a revolution
I go around the question
I move forward, backwards
Yes I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
You see, I'm not a man
I am the king of illusion
Basically, I'm forgiven
I am the king, the king of idiots
I made the world my way
Cast in gold and concrete
Caged body and heart in prison
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
Sitting in front of my television
I am of the man the negation
Pure consumer product
But my account is good, my account is good
You see, I'm not a man
I am the king of illusion
Basically, I'm forgiven
I am the king, the king of cons
I am the master of fire, the master of the game
The master of the world, and see what I did
An icy earth, a scorched earth
The land of men that men give up!
I am a man at the foot of the wall
Like a mistake of nature
On the earth, without other reasons
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
I am a man and I measure
All the horror of my nature
For my trouble, my punishment
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles
I am a man and I measure (In the background)
All the horror of my nature (forgive me)
For my trouble, my punishment (I am the king)
I'm going around in circles, I'm going around in circles (The king of idiots)
I turn, we go round and round, round
 

She Laughs

Three o'clock in the morning, rain on the windshield
Radio distils a slow fade on gray skin
Oh no, I should never have left
Forgetting to tell him
A lot of things
 
Already ten minutes bored, a little too much of her
Quickly a phone, her number that I call
Oh no, it's crazy as I want
I do not know where I am
It rains a little
 
But she laughs
She does not care about anything we say
From me of all my follies
Because she does not like her
But she laughs, she laughs
She does not care about all my desires
Of my absence and my life
 
Because she does not like anyone but herself
 
Sidewalks make mirrors where lights are dying of boredom
Everything looks like these glossy black and gray photos
Oh no, the day comes and I'm scared
Must have been over an hour
And its still raining
 
Hello hello hello hello ?
Hello hello hello hello ?
 
But she laughs
She does not care about anything we talk about
From me of all my follies
Because she does not like anyone but herself
But she laughs, she laughs
She does not care about all my desires
Of my absence and my life
Because she does not like anyone but herself
 

Dear Veronica

Dear Veronique, when you will read me
Dear Véronique, do not make fun
Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you
But I do not dare
 
Dear Veronique, if our two families
Were scrambled to death sometime
From the neighboring wall, through the grids
Me, I dream of you
 
And perched in the banches
Large magnolia dominating the park
I spent the summer watching you
 
Dear Veronique, when you will read me
Dear Véronique, do not make fun
Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you
But I do not dare
 
The night of St. John
The storm was choking me
I was looking for fresh under the veranda
When someone sang
 
Dear Veronique, your voice is troubled and tender
That night was singing my song
And I lost my mind hearing it
I fled the house
 
Since then I'm being watched, but
In my sleep
I touch your fingers, your hair undone
Your eyes a blueberry
 
Dear Veronique, the night I delirium
And the morning tears you off my arms
Dear Veronique, when you will read me
Do not laugh
 
At dawn, tomorrow
I'm leaving for a long time
I am sent very far
Less to work
What to forget you
 
Dear Veronique, when you will read me
Dear Véronique, do not make fun
Dear Veronique, I would like to tell you
But I do not dare
 
Dear Veronique, never will read
The poor letter of her lover
Dear Veronique, because I tear it
And throw it into the fire, and throw it into the fire, and throw it in
fire.
 

Ballad For You

My friend, you take the longest way
To reach me
Forget the words
Everything is simple, come
Come, rest at my place
 
It's life that goes and goes
It's life does not leave it
Forget everything in you
What you are looking for is in me
 
My friend, you take the longest way
To love me as you have to
Forget the words
It's so simple, come
Come, rest on me
 
It's life that goes and goes
It's life does not leave her
Forget everything in you
What you are looking for is in me
 
My friend, you take the shortest way
To separate you from me
Tell me a word
Only one I want
Before leaving my roof
 
It's life that goes and goes
It's life does not leave her
Forget everything that is not me
What I'm looking for is in you
 

365 Days Per Year

One hour a month
One night a moment
I think of you 365 days a year
 
Never always
With or without
I think of you 365 days a year
 
A laugh or a sigh
Two or all alone in the night
 
Elsewhere nowhere
Near or far by chance
I think of you 365 days a year
 
I think of you 365 days a year
 
A laugh or a sigh
Two or all alone in the night
 
Too early too late
A few times or often
I think of you 365 days a year
 
Somewhere, somehow
I think of you 365 days a year
 
In my heart
I think of you 365 days a year
 

Radio

It speaks in color
And it makes shows
It plays the singers
Radio
If you want the sea
Cuba or Rio
I know a country
Radio
All night
She frequency in my bed
All night
She dances in my life
It sings and prose
It flows like water
The day and the night
Radio
it gives food
Even to animals
It's ugly and it's beautiful
Radio
All night
This frequency in my bed
All night
She lies down on my life
Radio
Radio
Radio
Radio...
It heals the heart
It makes children
Ca rit and cry
Radio
It's sunny
When it's not nice
This is my weather
Radio
 

Holidays

Holidays, oh, holidays
It's the plane descending from the sky
And, in the shadow of its wing,
A city passes by
The ground is so close
Holidays
 
Holidays, oh, holidays
Churches and social housing
What does he do, this God they love?
He lives in space
The ground is so close
 
Holidays, oh, holidays
From the plane, the shadow takes to the sea
The sea, as a prelude
To the desert
The sea is so low
Holidays
 
Holidays, oh, holidays
So much sky and so many clouds
At your age, you don't know
That life can wear you out,
That death is so vile
Holidays
 
Holidays, oh, holidays
It's the plane living in the sky
But don't forget, beautiful girl,
That planes do break
And that the ground is so close
Holidays