A keresés eredménye

All Just a Game

Why can I no longer sleep at night
Why do I always only think about you
Why do I always hope you call where I live
Why do I have tears on my face
 
We both ran laughing through the rain
Sat tight embracing in a Cafe
Danced in the streets 'til the morning came
We swore to ourselves - we will never hurt each other
 
It was all just a game
A little heart-to-heart feeling
To be a little bit happy with you
What was that about
 
It was all just a game
Of course tenderness changes much
We both walked hand in hand
Through a lovestruck land
 
Why did you say to me the 'Je t'aime'
Why did the seriousness leave our game
I think about the warmth of your caress
And search for a lost feeling
 
It was all just a game
A little heart-to-heart feeling
To be a little bit happy with you
What was that about
 
It was all just a game
Of course tenderness changes much
We both walked hand in hand
Through a lovestruck land
 
It was all just a game
A little heart-to-heart feeling
To be a little bit happy with you
Then it really happened
 
It was all just a game
A little heart-to-heart feeling
To be a little bit happy with you
What was that about
 

The First Date

Ah—how sweet and disturbing it must be—
that moment on the first date,
when the heart, tired of beating alone,
flies away in a thrill towards the mystery.
 
You, stranger of a crazed dream,
bring about for us
the happiness of loving for an entire life
at that moment of the first date.
 
When Old Man Time on a beautiful spring day
made from a simple child almost a woman.
In the blue dream of a happy future,
closing her eyes, she sighs in the depths of her soul.
 
Ah—how sweet and disturbing it must be—
that moment on the first date,
when the heart, tired of beating alone,
flies away in a thrill towards the mystery.
 
You, stranger of a crazed dream,
bring about for us
the happiness of loving for an entire life
at that moment of the first date..
 

An Elephant on the Thames

Since I love
this musician who comes from England,
I no longer see clearly.
I have cobwebs in my brain
and all of my universe
is upside-down.
 
[Refrain:]
On the Thames,
there is an elephant eating cherries—
a white elephant.
On the Thames.
this white elephant says to me: 'Hello, Marquise,
what lovely weather! '
 
Everything swirls about.
Big Ben in madness plays free jazz all night.
And this is the dramatic part:
the hippopotamus
who was peacefully asleep
got frightened and ran away
from Buckingham.
 
[Refrain]
 
Love is amazing.
Love is stunning.
What do you want, love?
It's a bit crazy, love.
 
Since I love
this musician who comes from England,
I no longer see clearly.
I have cobwebs in my brain
and all of my universe
is upside-down.
 
[Refrain]
 

A Bit of Blue

This happiness over nothing at all—
this shy and crazy love—
puts something wonderful
into my dark eyes—
a bit of blue.
 
Like a wind from Italy
hunting down shadows and rain,
you put when you want
into my dark eyes—
a bit of blue.
 
Tell me 'I love you,'
I will believe you.
Say it anyway
even if it's not true
On our stage,
sometimes you play unfairly.
That doesn't matter to me.
Make a spectacle of yourself.
 
You, the enchanter—you the harlequin—
the Pierrot—the magician—
discover fire for me!
 
Put the sun in my eyes—
into my dark eyes a bit of—
into my dark eyes a bit of blue.
 
Put the sun in my eyes—
into my dark eyes a bit of—
into my dark eyes a bit of blue.
 

A World With You

Day after day,
I have made love—
a world with you
where our rules were the same.
 
An incredible,
an inseparable
world with you
made of joy and love.
 
And our sky was clear and without rival.
The dust at our feet seemed to be made of gold.
The slightest glow was sunlight—
but this dream for you became too much.
 
Since then, every night
my sorrow rebuilds
a world with you
where your voice cries out 'I love you!'
 
And our sky was clear and without rival.
The dust at our feet seemed to be made of gold.
The slightest glow was sunlight—
but this dream for you became too much.
 
Since then, every night
my sorrow rebuilds
a world with you
where your voice cries out 'I love you!'
 
Day after day,
I have made love—
a world with you.
 

Wind

I like the clear wind of the afternoon—
when there is no smoke
but only clean air.
I like the green of the fresh grass.
I like to run away from noise and its madness
but I cannot find anyplace in this world
where the sky is still blue.
 
Wind, wind,
take me away from here.
I will reach the firmament with you
where I can feel what you feel.
Take me to a new world
where I no longer hear laments.
 
Wind, wind,
take me away from here.
 
I need the forest and the mountains
but, in this century,
everything is damaged.
I like the noise of clear waters
and I only find dark currents —
and long wars raging every day—
and brief dreams that never come true.
 
Wind, wind,
take me away from here.
I will reach the firmament with you
where I can feel what you feel.
Take me to a new world
where I no longer hear laments.
 
Wind, wind,
take me away from here.
 
And the wind blows over the meadow
and here I remain.
It is springtime.
 

Eyes of Love

Your eyes are gray.
Your eyes are blue.
Your eyes are black, my love.
 
The eyes of love
change with the day.
They combine a thousand colors.
 
Your desire or fear—
your sorrows or happiness—
give to the eyes of love
the colors of life,
the colors of love.
But I do not know
the colors that they have for me.
 
Are they blue-gray,
your eyes, or gray or green?
Or black, your eyes, my darling?
Your eyes, my love,
die with the day.
They go away to marry the night
and alone, in the hollow of the bed—
alone, in the heart of boredom.
 
I give to my hollow dreams
the colors of life—
the colors of your eyes.
I am closer to you
than you believe—
closer to you—
closer to you—
closer to you—
closer to you—
closer to you.
 

To Live Without Love

Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
 
Me—I know that life begins
with happiness,
and that happiness matches
the rhythm of the heart.
Without love, you are nothing.
When you are in love, everything is good.
 
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
 
I like to laugh when you are drole.
I love your humor.
But I will be searching for your shoulder
when it comes to darker days.
Without love, you are nothing.
When you are in love, everything is good.
 
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
 
A child, somewhere in the world,
has just seen the day for the first time.
That means that, every second,
people make love.
Without love, you are nothing.
When you are in love, everything is good.
 
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
 
Do you hear my heart calling you?
It is not very far away.
Do not search for it—I will be the one
who will take your hand.
Without love, you are nothing.
When you are in love, everything is good.
 
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
Have you seen anyone who can live—to live without love?
 

Go Without Me

Go without me,
since already you live without me.
We are here—
strangers under the same roof.
Go search for
what I did not know how to give—
those four words of truth
that you could not find.
 
Go without me,
and work at being happy without me.
I will see
if I can do without you.
You are wrong
to want to hang on still
to what is only a dead tree
when the heart
no longer is the strongest.
 
Go without me.
Go sing your song without me.
You will say
to people whatever you want them
to understand.
I broke all your toys.
You are like
a thief who has been robbed.
Sure—but who would believe you?
 
Go without me.
We thought we were in love.
I believe
that is the story
of those who did not know how to see each other.
Otherwise,
except in a bad novel,
could we tell ourselves
to believe it—
when you are young
and you are lying.
 
The theater is empty
and it seems wrong
when you see
the curtain fall.
 
Go without me,
and work at being happy without me.
I will see
if I can do without you.
You are wrong
to want to hang on still
to what is only a dead tree.
Say nothing
and go without me.
 

Santa Maria of the Sea

Little Madonna, who looks out over the sea,
Santa Maria,
with your cloak the color of blue sky,
Santa Maria.
Little Mother of the son of God,
keep us in your thoughts,
and remember the sorrows that, without speaking,
my eyes reveal.
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
Little Madonna of gracious love,
if they beg you
and they implore you with much fervor
that you help them—
Little Mother of the son of God,
because your story
is the story of so many souls
that are devout
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
An abundant rain,
Santa Maria,
gives us wheat in the fields—
thousands of flowers, too.
And protect us always,
Santa Maria.
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 
Give us all of your love
and the light of Heaven.
 

Three Billion People on Earth

Everywhere eyes look up,
and everywhere the same gestures
travel along each day with
the sun from east to west.
If your hand calms mine—
if my hand sows the grain—
love is on the way.
 
Three billion people on earth
who search for a light.
Three billion people on earth
who will love one another tomorrow.
 
If you plant a new tree
for one that burned down—
if you sit at the table
where they talk about peace—
if you trust in others—
if you still can pray—
love is on the way.
 
Three billion people on earth
who search for a prayer.
Three billion people on earth
who will love one another tomorrow.
 
If you walk towards the star
that lights up the morning—
if you refuse to believe
that your neighbor is at fault—
if you know how to think of others—
if others do the same for you—
love is on the way.
 
Three billion people on earth
who do not need wars.
Three billion people on earth
who will love one another tomorrow.
 
Three billion people on earth
who do not need wars.
Three billion people on earth
who will love one another tomorrow.
 

You Will Sing Tomorrow

Listen well—this is better than a story.
It is advice for people today.
Reserve a spot in your memory for it.
This is advice that can help your friends.
 
If your life is upside down,
you will sing tomorrow.
If summer seems more like winter,
you will sing tomorrow.
If peace is mistaken for war,
you will sing tomorrow.
In the meantime, to help pass the time,
you can clap your hands.
 
If you missed your subway train,
you will sing tomorrow.
If your heart fell from great heights,
you will sing tomorrow.
If this melody shatters into pieces,
you will sing tomorrow.
But until then, to avoid the cold,
you can clap your hands.
 
If you lost your balloons,
you will sing tomorrow.
If you dream of buying a new house,
you will sing tomorrow.
If the earth stops turning,
you will sing tomorrow.
In the meantime, you know it by now,
when the end of the chorus arrives—
in the meantime, to help pass the time,
you can clap your hands.
 
La la la la la la la la
You will sing tomorrow.
La la la la la la la la
You will sing tomorrow.
La la la la la la la la
You will sing tomorrow.
In the meantime, you know it by now,
when the end of the chorus arrives—
in the meantime, to help pass the time,
you can clap your hands.
 

You Laughed

You laughed, happiness came into my life, it is true.
The stars softly flickered when you dreamed.
 
You cried, the universe was all surprised, it is true.
It offered me a whole paradise of truth when you sang.
 
Here, I am alone, I think of you
who breathes without me over there.
 
You laughed, happiness followed you there, it is true.
The stars no longer flicker around me.
 
You danced, the universe prevents me already, it is true.
The hope of paradise, it is true, If you wanted it.
 
This is an entire world that would come back to me.
Yes, an entire world if you came back.
This is an entire world that would come back to me.
Yes, an entire world if you came back.
Yes, an entire world...
 

Paris, A Tango

This is the true tango of the old days.
This is the true Paris—listen to me.
Here, you only have to draw out a few steps.
There, it's coming back to you already.
 
Tango, Paris, a tango—all the better, bravo, thank you, my tango.
Thank you for giving us your nights in music and in the oblivion
of another tango—my life, a tango—all the better, bravo for your dance.
You can leave us in the morning, tango, but come back to us tomorrow.
 
Every night in a cafe on a street in my neighborhood,
an old accordionist plays his songs to tourists.
But a melody, always the same, a tango serves as a refrain
to lovers who come like the both of us to sing to him.
 
This is the true tango of the old days.
This is the true Paris—listen to me.
Here, you only have to draw out a few steps.
There, it's coming back to you already.
 
Tango, Paris, a tango—all the better, bravo, thank you, my tango.
Thank you for returning suddenly and for having all the steps
during a tango—my life, a tango—all the better, bravo for your dance.
You can leave us in the morning but, tango, come back to us tomorrow.
 
You can leave us in the morning, tango, now I will hold onto you!
 
(Paris, a tango—my life, a tango.)
(La la la)
 

You Whom I Desire

You whom I desire more than water, more than bread,
I leave my life in your hands.
You whom I discover in the same way that we discover life,
do not leave me, I beg you.
 
You, whose eyes are the color
of the sea, they are gray
when your heart is sad and lonely.
 
They become blue when you have
a craving to be happy.
Then you become the master again—the lover.
 
You whom I had already invented when I was a child—
I dreamed of you as my Prince Charming.
You are my past, my future, and my present.
I will love you for all of time.
 
You—if a day had to pass
in order to make you happier—
to distance me from what was the two of us.
 
Without disturbing you, far from your eyes,
I would go far away from you.
I would hide myself to better love you.
 
You, if one day life wanted to tear you away from me—
me—I would rather die with you.
You, you, you!
 

Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord,
allow me a little more,
God, please.
One day, two days, or three—
one more year or only one month.
 
Enough time to invent an illusion—
enough time to fill his heart.
If it's a matter of faith,
allow me and I will not let you down.
 
Lord, Lord, Lord,
allow me a little more,
God, please.
Ten years, three years, or two—
one more day to say goodbye.
 
The time to start or finish—
the time to understand and remember.
If this is a mistake,
I will pay for it a thousand times with love.
 
Allow me a little more,
Lord.
 

We Called Him Chicano

In the poor neighborhoods where he grew up,
the devil was stronger than the angels.
About all that the older boys taught him
was to lie at too young an age.
 
And we called him Chicano—
free like a bird of Mexico.
Barefoot in his childhood,
without knowing what he would do tomorrow.
 
Whatever will be, will be
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
Chicano.
 
For two matches, a piece of bread,
he trailed after kids of the same age.
And, at night in a garden,
they divided up all of their treasures.
 
And we called him Chicano—
free like a bird of Mexico.
Barefoot in his childhood,
which ended a bit too soon.
 
Between four walls, a little too cold,
He finished out his adolescence
for a stupidity that formerly
he had committed without knowing it.
 
Then we called him Chicano,
the gamin of the streets of Mexico
who wanted to come out of the shadows
and make way for the sunlight.
 
Whatever will be, will be
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
It's your life Chicano
tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Watch out, Chicano,
Chicano.
 

All Lovers

All lovers in the world have their song.
They go off in couples while humming this song.
It is always the same—it always says 'I love you.'
All lovers have in their hearts a song.
 
It happened by chance when we were taking our leave
of the wonderful dream that love allows a couple.
It is in that way that our song was born.
 
All lovers in the world have their song.
They go off in couples humming this song.
It is always the same—it always says 'I love you.'
All lovers have in their hearts a song.
 
All of my life, I will sing this song only for you.
Yes, I will sing our song only for you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ...
 

Excuse Me

Excuse me if I made mistakes with you.
Excuse me and come back to me again.
Without you, life makes no sense to me.
 
.
Now, I know what you were to me.
Now, I know I was mistaken because,
without you, life makes no sense to me.
 
.
Days with so many “I love yous”—
and I didn't understand what you gave me.
It was the season of love
but I wanted to fly on my own.
 
I was searching for things that I already had
at the bottom of the sea, in the blue sky—
but my dreams then bring me back to you—only you.
 
Excuse me if I made mistakes with you.
Excuse me and come back to me again.
Without you, life makes no sense to me.
 
Days with so many “I love yous”—
and I didn't understand what you gave me.
It was the season of love
but I wanted to fly on my own.
 
Now, I know what you were to me.
Now, I know I was mistaken because,
without you, life makes no sense to me.
 
Excuse me if I made mistakes with you.
Excuse me and come back to me again.
Without you, life makes no sense to me.
 

Remember Maria

Tomorrow, at midnight, the entire earth
will sing for you, Ave Maria.
I am alone on my knees on the stone
and I come to tell you to remember.
Remember me in a white dress
when love was close to me.
And I said yes, Maria des Anges,
yes, forever, Mary, remember?
And I loved him so much—
more than my life—
but one day,
he left.
 
At the foot of the cross tonight, Maria,
me—I come to confess to you my sorrow.
I am but a child but I love him.
On my knees, I pray to you: give him to me.
I am but a child but I love him.
On my knees, I pray to you: give him to me.
 

When the Days Come

In the end, we are similar, dad.
We believe in the same freedom.
You will not salute me when I go away.
You will suffer but you can understand me, I know.
 
A little white in your hair—
it makes no difference between us.
I have not changed so much, you know.
Even if we don't talk to each other now,
what you ask, I know,
I won't disappoint you, I won't do that.
I won't disappoint you, I won't do that.
 
You'll see when the days come that
they will cry if they face it alone.
Now, the world is no longer won
without dying and I die like you, you know.
 
I have not changed so much, you know.
Even if we don't talk to each other now,
what you ask, I know,
I won't disappoint you, I won't do that.
I won't disappoint you, I won't do that.
 
You'll see when the days come that
they will cry if they face it alone.
Now, the world is no longer won
without dying and I die like you, you know.
 

When You Return

When you return,
as beautiful as might be
the country from whence you return,
my God, how good it is to be home!
When you return,
you would like to sing.
The heart no longer really knows
if it is better to laugh or cry.
 
The aircraft will land,
and aside from my suitcases,
stuffed with memories,
I have a heart that breaks apart.
In the end, I see clasped
around the churches,
the France where I was born.
 
When you return,
as blue as might be
the blue sky from whence you arrive,
it is always beautiful at home.
 
I have on my passport
buildings and beaches.
Tags from hotels and ports
cover my luggage.
But among all of these names,
the image that stands out is
my old bridge at Avignon.
 
When I return
as grand as might be
the country from whence I arrive,
my God—how good it is to be home.
It's good finally to see again the country
where my parents—and my friends—await me.
It is the prettiest country
when I return.
 

When Autumn Comes

When autumn comes,
the tree is astonished
to see its leaves fall away
without being able to retain them.
 
When autumn comes,
my heart shivers
to see you one day go away
and not be able to stop you.
 
Neither the rains of September,
nor the gray days of November,
nor the storms, nor the clouds
will ever be able to erase
all the love that I have
for you whom I love.
I love you so much.
 
When autumn comes,
all surrenders.
The flowers soon will die
without leaving any trace.
In the fall winds
that swirl
on the day when you will go away,
let me come away with you.
 
In the folds of the earth—
in the river beds—
in the storms, in the clouds—
I will follow your steps
wherever you will go.
I will go with you whom I love.
I love you so much.
 

When Love Will Come

It will have the smile of a child
or perhaps the face of a man
at break of day in springtime.
On an autumn afternoon,
it will be in the song of a bird.
Like someone who calls you from behind,
you will not know if it's true or false.
 
But when love will come
you will know it
by its manner of giving everything
without ever asking anything.
But when love will come,
it will hold out its arms
and you will know at that moment
that you waited for it a long time.
When love will come.
 
It will have words that strike to the core—
a different idea of ​​happiness.
It will be every day of your life
like a brother or a friend—
in airplanes, at airports,
on trains, on boats—what do I know?
There is always room for rapport.
 
But when love will come
you will know it
by its manner of giving everything
without ever asking anything.
But when love will come,
it will hold out its arms
and you will know at that moment
that you waited for it a long time.
When love will come.
 
But when love will come
you will know it
by its manner of giving everything
without ever asking anything.
But when love will come,
it will hold out its arms
and you will know at that moment
that you waited for it a long time.
When love will come.
 

What Do You Want From Me?

What do you want from me?
It's over, I'm out of strength.
Since I passed through your door,
I have not moved forward a single step.
 
What do you want from me?
Look, I am sliced in half.
I no longer know where my eyes are,
I no longer know where my arms are.
 
What do you want from me?
Look, summer is over.
I no longer know what to give you.
All I have left is myself.
 
What do you want from me?
I moved the earth for you.
I turned the sky upside down for you.
That was not enough?
 
What do you want from me—
you—who trampled my dreams?
That, without saying anything, I get up
and that I try to walk straight?
 
What do you want from me?
You who hide yourself—you who are afraid,
you who spit on our happiness.
I no longer know what to do for you.
 
What do you want from me?
That I smile in front of my mirror
while telling myself that love passes
and we've all been there?
 
What do you want from me?
That I be worthy, that I be beautiful?
A little powder and mascara,
and the sadness does not show.
 
What do you want from me?
That I make up for you other stars?
That I raise other mountains?
That I scale the Himalayas?
 
What do you want from me?
For us to live together again?
Me, who no longer can stand up,
I am ready for anything.
 

Why is the World Without Love?

(Why is the world without love?)
(Why is the world without love?)
(It cannot last forever.)
(Why is the world without love?)
 
Me—I do not know, I do not know.
So tell, tell me—why?
 
(Why is the world without love?)
Why do birds die in winter?
(Why is the world without love?)
What gives you the right to pick flowers?
(It cannot last forever.)
Why is the night frightening
(Why is the world without love?)
to children and not to thieves?
 
Why do forests burn every summer?
There are too many angry friends—why?
 
(Why is the world without love?)
(Why is the world without love?)
(It cannot last forever.)
(Why is the world without love?)
 
(Why is the world without love?)
Why is my heart so cold?
(Why is the world without love?)
My guitar only can sob.
(It cannot last forever.)
Why cry even for joy?
(Why is the world without love?)
The sun sets too early.
 
For such a long time, you know that I wait for you
but you—you never come—why?
 
(Why is the world without love?)
Me, I do not know.
(Why is the world without love?)
Me, I do not know.
So tell, tell me—why?
 
(Why is the world without love?)
Me, I do not know.
(Why is the world without love?)
Me, I do not know.
So tell, tell me—why?
 

For Your Love

By looking at you and understanding
that your love was my life,
In the web of your love,
I felt my soul taken into you.
 
And it was only an illusion
that I was going to be your prisoner.
I will live in your heart
until the day I die.
 
If you leave me and go away,
the illusion is destroyed.
I cannot offer you more
than the life you give me.
I pay you with my life.
 
Love song
of dream and hope.
Love song—
do not change by suffering.
 
If my song does not hit home
by telling you beautiful things,
it is because my heart
is so jealous of them.
 
It does not want to consent
that which is like a grievance
And in quiet suffering,
my lips pray to you.
 
They pray this prayer
that is as clear as spring water,
and in moments of passion
my mouth and my heart
sketch you in my mind.
 
Love song
of dream and hope.
Love song—
do not change by suffering.
 
Love song
of dream and hope.
Love song—
do not change by suffering.
 
Love song
of dream and hope.
Love song—
do not change by suffering.
 

To Stop You From Telling Me Goodbye

My only weapons
are my tears.
I no longer have anything
to stop you
from telling me
goodbye.
My only war—
a prayer.
I no longer have anything
to stop you
from telling me
goodbye.
I had my joie de vivre
and my bursts of laughter
and I wanted to follow you
but
all of this—
you no longer want it.
 
My only weapons
are my tears.
I no longer have anything
to stop you
from telling me
goodbye.
All lights off—
I offered you my hugs,
my sighs, and my complaints
but
all of this—
you no longer want it.
 
There remains for me
only a prayer.
I no longer have anything
to stop you
from telling me
goodbye.
 

My Friend Always

You,
my friend always.
You smiled at me
and welcomed me
into your home.
 
You,
my friend always.
You protected me,
raised me.
 
But
to live by your side,
my love has grown
with me
day by day
like a tree
in the garden—
slowly.
 
You,
my friend always.
Forget the child
that I have been
for you.
 
You
my friend, my love,
open your eyes,
look at me.
 
Nothing
can not make me change
even if it is necessary to cry out
that I love you—
that I love you—
that I love you—
my friend,
my love forever.