A keresés eredménye oldal 2

Sweet Night, Holy Night

Sweet night, holy night,
All is sleeping, not a sound.
The shepherds rushed with joy
to worship the son of God.
All is filled with elation
in the peace of Heaven.
 
Sweet night, holy night,
All awakes and all glows.
Do you hear those joyful cries?
Do you hear those happy songs?
Let all sing of Christmas.
Glory to the King of Heaven
 

It Was the Last Thing

Is not happiness in this world
nothing more than to love, nothing more than to smoke?
Do you not have a deep instinct
to love yourself, to love yourself?
 
Do not leave without love.
In the street, it will be daytime.
I was wrong very often, I know it.
Will you ever forgive me
if I hurt you?
It was the last thing I wanted.
 
I only have tears to defend myself
in your eyes—in your eyes.
I could have loved you better
and made you happier—happier.
 
Do not leave without love.
In the street, it will be daytime.
I was wrong very often, I know it.
Will you ever forgive me
if I hurt you?
It was the last thing I wanted.
 
You are going to forget our story
for a long time—for a very long time.
But time can remember nothing
forever—forever.
 
Do not leave—do not leave.
In the street, it will be daytime.
My love, if you ever left,
I would suffer far too much—
but if you forgive me—
that would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me
That would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me.
That would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me.
 

The Ocean

And the ocean remains where it is—
the ocean never ends—
a country of water—
a continent for a ship.
 
You, the ant—
you, the tiny human—
you, the earthling—
you are nothing, but you live.
 
You fight with yourself on every side.
You cannot stop hurting yourself.
And your house and your ideas,
and your songs, everything is rushed.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
takes its time—
never ends—
a dream of water—
a continent of repose.
 
In the hubbub—
jackhammers—
cries of alarm—
where your heart suffocates.
 
In the thick cloud—
hysterical automobiles—
scrambling about—
peripheral highways.
 
You are killing yourself—
and every year
you get used
to making fun of it all.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
defends itself—does not give in—
the ocean continent—
for a giant.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
the ocean never ends—
a country of water—
a continent for a boat.
 
The ocean remains where it is—
takes its time—
never ends.
 

Goodbye, Angelina

[Roch]
Goodbye, Angelina, the bells of the crown
have been stolen at dawn—I hear them ringing.
And I need to hurry—I must catch up to them.
Goodbye, Angelina, the sky is on fire,
and I'm leaving.
 
There is no point in making a lot out of it.
There is no point in letting everyone know.
This is an empty table on the seashore.
Goodbye, Angelina, the sky shook.
I must leave.
 
Kings and queens leave the barnyard.
Two hundred gypsies entered the court.
In the room where anything goes, nothing is fine with me.
Goodbye, Angelina, the sky is falling,
I will see you later.
 
[Nana]
Look at these pirates in the Milky Way,
who shoot boxes with a sawed-off shotgun.
Neighbors applaud, shouting for joy.
Goodbye, Angelina, the sky fades.
I have to get away.
 
[Nana and Roch]:
King Kong and the elves will dance on the rooftops—
long familiar tangos, even while, with their fingers
makeup artists try to close the eyes of death.
Goodbye, Angelina, the sky is too dark,
I must escape.
 
[Nana and Roch]:
The machine guns spatter—dolls mobilize.
C-4 bombs explode in churches.
Label me as you wish—I will not argue.
But goodbye, Angelina, the sky rages—
I am going to look for peace.
 
Goodbye, Angelina, I am going to look for peace.
 

The Joy of Love

I found the joy of love
Without looking, he came to me
Chance and madness go
Hand in hand and beyond
Crossing the sea and time
If I wrote pages I erased
Something for me is gone
There will be nothing that will make me remember
Because the joy of love is more powerful
 
And if my life now is to love you
And my paths are happiness
I am like a merry bird that flies
Like a happy child
 
I found the joy of love
Without looking, he came to me
Chance and madness go
Hand in hand and beyond
Crossing the sea and time
If I wrote pages I erased
Everything I experienced, I forgot
No longer is there rain nor stormy weather
Because the joy of love is more powerful
 
I found the joy of love
Without looking, he came to me
Chance and madness go
Hand in hand and beyond
Crossing the sea and time
If I wrote pages I erased
Everything I experienced, I forgot
No longer is there rain nor stormy weather
Because the joy of love is more powerful
 

A Heart Too Tender

I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
who always gets what he wants from me—
including my love that he does not deserve.
 
I have a heart too stupid, it leads me nowhere.
My heart and my head are one and the same.
When you love much more than you should,
I believe that it is best not to show it.
 
That he looks too often at others,
you could say that is my fault.
He knows that he has nothing to fear.
Me, I never knew how to pretend.
 
I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
who always gets what he wants from me—
including my love that he does not deserve.
 
I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
 

The Big Question

This is an adventure.
This is the big question.
It fills all literature—
all science pursues it.
 
This is a hope.
This is the big question.
Since the start of time, each of us dwells upon it—
but no one has found the answer.
 
You, my love,
who hold the thread of my days—
you, who found the ways of the heart—
you too, in front of the darkness—
at times you cry.
 
This is a big mystery.
This is the big question.
Some nights, you are ready to give up
and others, you feel close to the answer.
 
You, my love,
who hold the thread of my days—
on the other side of the curtain of night,
you will know the color of infinity.
 
You will know the reason to die.
 

Life, Love, Death

I can choose the stones to build my house,
and even a God for my prayers
and, when I despair, I have logic
that gives me courage and enlightens me.
 
But I can do nothing
about death, about life, about love.
 
I can choose where to be
and it's a game to see which way the wind blows.
I light a lamp, I make a fire,
and when they go out, I replace them.
 
But I can do nothing
about love, about life, about death.
 
I can choose war or peace
and even pleasure when it tempts me.
I can change my heart in any way—
even throw my soul into torment.
 
But I can do nothing
about life, about death, about love.
 

Four Suns

Four suns over our love—
four mornings—
four nights—
four days.
Four suns over our love,
we will love one another
even longer than forever.
 
Olive trees, orange trees
swaying in the summer breeze—
during four days, they heard the song
of our love as it began.
If they know the song,
and even if they no longer believe it,
tell them we are already
far beyond mere romance.
 
Four suns over our love—
four mornings—
four nights—
four days.
Four suns over our love,
we will love one another
even longer than forever.
 
la la la la
la la la la
la la la la la la
la la la la
Four suns over our love,
we will love one another
even longer than forever.
 

Forgive Me

I come with empty hands
I come because you won't come back
I come like a lost child
I come only to be able to see you
 
Forgive me for all this love, for not living without your affection
Forgive me for not letting my heart die of love
 
I come like a blind seeking light
I search in your eyes illusion
I come for being unable to forget
Because I've got (my) life in your hands
 
Forgive me for this love, for not living without your affection
Forgive me for this passion
I come simply to ask for forgivness
 

To Better Love You

I will be the most tender, I will be able to prove to you
that I could bring myself to wait an eternity for you.
I could defend myself against an army
to better love you—to better love you.
 
I will learn every role, I will be at once
the happiest, the most amusing— I will have at times
the sadness of a weeping willow or merely its beauty
to better love you—to better love you.
 
I will be the same and different every day—
alternately loving and rejecting your love.
 
I will use caresses that have been forgotten—
I will be your mistress or your fiancée,
a courtesan or a princess as you wish
to better love you—to better love you.
 
I will be strong or weak but always just to win—
your faithful companion, your damned soul.
I will be everyone who has ever loved you
to better love you—to better love you.
 
And if you are God, I will perform miracles.
If you are the devil, I will choose your hell.
 
I will erase the memory of great lovers of the past:
Romeo and Juliet will be outdone.
I will invent poets to sing our praises
to better love you—to better love you.
 
And if I condemn myself, it is only to tame you.
If I abandon my body and soul to you—
it is very simply to be your wife.
I love you so—I love you so.
I love you so.
I love you so.
I love you so.
 

An Island

An island between the sky and water—
an island with neither soul nor boat—
crude, a bit like an insult—
savage, with no hope of escape.
An island, an island between the sky and water.
 
It would be there surrounded by the immense ocean—
there, with no hope of finding hope—
all alone against my destiny—
more alone than in the heart of a forest.
It would be there within my own defeat—
all alone, with no hope of conquest—
that I would finally know why
I left you—I who love only you.
 
An island like a target made of gold—
quiet, like a sleeping child,
faithful, ready to die for her,
cruel, by dint of being queen.
An island, an island, like a sleeping child.
 
It would be there surrounded by the immense ocean—
there, in order to avenge my vengeance—
all alone with my memories—
more alone than at the moment of death.
It would be there in the heart of Saint Helena
without joy, without love, and without hate
that I would finally know why—
I who love only you.
 
An island between the sky and water—
an island with neither soul nor boat—
crude, a bit like an insult—
savage, with no hope of escape.
 
An island, this island, my island—
it's you—
it's you—
it's you.
 

If Life Could Sing

I would like to sing for every child who dies.
I would like to break down the doors of fear.
I could give up the one who betrayed you
then sacrifice myself to save his life.
 
I would like to sing for every child who dies.
I would like to break down the doors of fear.
I could give up the one who betrayed you
then sacrifice myself to save his life.
 
I could suffer for all of an eternity,
and condemn love to perpetuity.
I could write words of peace above all countries.
If life could sing, that would change the world.
 
I could suffer for all of an eternity,
and condemn love to perpetuity.
I could write words of peace above all countries.
If life could sing, that would change the world.
 
We will invite all souls to be sisters.
We will gather their inner light
to make an anthem ring out above all countries.
If life could sing, that would change the world.
 

Sonata

The still city listens to our hearts beating—
the autumn plays for us this sonata.
 
She enters trembling when I open my door—
romance that dances with the dead leaves.
 
Our eyes are dripping from being in the rain
and the horns of barges howl in the wind.
 
I love you—I love you—and in our beating hearts
the autumn plays for us this sonata.
 
In the fog and the wind, Paris
has long known how to recognize her lovers.
 
I love you—I love you—listen to our hearts beating—
beating—
beating—
in the heart of a sonata.
 
Sonata.
 

Go My Friend, Go

This is the feast of St. John's Eve.
This is the feast of St. John's Eve.
Your promised ones will all be at the celebration.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
 
Your promised ones will all be at the celebration.
Yours is not there—I feel sorry for you.
He is at Paris or perhaps in La Vendée.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
 
What will he bring to his beloved
with all his earnings from hard work?
And the gold ring—and the white gown.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
 
And the gold ring—and the white gown.
If he still thinks of it during his long absence
and does not offer his heart to some other girl.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
 
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
Go, my friend, go, the moon rises.
Go, my friend, go, the moon sets.
 

The Song by Prévert

Oh, I would so like it if you could remember that song of yours.
It was your favorite, I believe—it is by Prévert and Kosma.
And every time dead leaves bring you back into my memory,
day after day, loves that have ended never stop dying.
 
With others, of course, I abandon myself but their song is monotonous.
And little by little I become indifferent to that “there is nothing to be done.”
Because every time dead leaves bring you back into my memory,
day after day, loves that have ended never stop dying.
 
Can we ever know where or when indifference begins and ends?
Fall passes, winter comes, and so too the song by Prévert.
This song, the dead leaves erase you from my memory.
And, on that day, loves that have ended will have finished dying.
 
And, on that day, loves that have ended will have finished dying.
 

You Forget Me

You forget me like a love song when one has danced it too long.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
What to do to forget you—I think of you no matter what
in the hell where you threw me after our Bohemian times.
 
You forget me and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
You forget me—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
 
In my desperation, I write to you with a cry for help.
Silence—the companion of the night is the only answer I get.
It’s over and me—I cannot get over the two of us.
It’s over—I go, I come, I run, and I survive however I can.
Give me a sign and I will search for you until the end of time.
I am certain of your freedom—I miss that too—I miss you too.
 
You forget me like a love song on a broken record.
You forget me like an unknown shadow that just slipped away.
 
If you forget me—me, for what do I live?
 

I’m Not Afraid to Die with You

We went through winter together in search of a land of love.
We crossed the desert knowing that one day we would reach the ocean.
And since our two lives are but one life,
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 
La la la la la—la la la la
La la la la la la—la la la
 
When one of us lost hope, the other went on believing—still.
And each time we fell, a shared heart brought us back stronger.
For all these reasons that made up my song,
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 
La la la la la—la la la la
La la la la la la—la la la
 
We know each other so well that the future is in our hands—that’s all.
What happens tomorrow will never change anything ever again for us.
I want to tell you even so, as we say “I love you,”
I’m not afraid to die with you.
 

Franz (Adagio notturno D. 897)

Franz—
if your symphony
is unfinished,
what to say about a life
spanning so few years
when genius
can dream
of eternal childhood?
 
Oh Franz—
what woman hears
your song of love?
It seems too short.
Thirty-one springtimes—
that is so few days
for a heart so grand.
 
Vienna is far away
but the wind
holds the memory
of a child
who seemed
to Mozart
bound for success—
bound for fame.
Eternal
magician
of fate …
 
Franz—
if your symphony
is unfinished,
you live your madness
for eternity—
there, where harmony
and truth
are even more beautiful.
 
Oh Franz—
do you sometimes hear
those who believe in heaven—
and those who believe not:
the faithful pagans—
the Christians without crosses?
Sing
the immortal
Ave Maria!
 
Ave Maria!
 

Listen

Listen—I breathe my life
like a heart that beats
in the immense night
where kings sleep.
And I go for a walk
randomly moving
among suns
that you know not—
among silences
that move not.
 
I am alone in the world.
I do not exist.
And even when I grumble,
you hear me not.
But I am the life
that moves in you.
 
Listen—I am the thing apart
that you see not,
the pink music
from within your depths.
I am the horizon
where you will never go—
the immense illusion
of all that is.
I am the memory
that never forgets.
 
I am alone in the world.
I do not exist.
And even when I grumble,
you hear me not.
But I am the life
that moves in you.
But I am life
that moves in you
 

The River Between Us

Between the two of us, the river separates us as it flows.
The bridge, the old stone bridge, washed away tonight.
You, on the bank facing me, have unhappiness on your face.
My heart feels broken in half—tears are in my eyes.
My heart feels broken in half—tears are in my eyes.
 
Whether the clouds thunder or the sky is beautiful,
alone, on the riverbank, I feel envy for birds
who sing from morning to evening for their entire life—
and fly along the river to visit you—
and fly along the river to visit you.
 
Not you, not me—how sad that we know not how to swim—
let the winter arrive soon, let the water be frozen solid—
you, on the bank facing me—me, on my side.
We will walk across the ice to be together again.
We will walk across the ice to be together again.
 

Ten Thousand Years Still

To see rose gardens bloom—`
to listen to the sea and the sighing wind—
to dream under the stars—
for all that, we love.
 
To savor being home without wondering why—
the caress of angels as sweet as the summer—
between shadow and light—
some place between heaven and earth.
 
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you more and more.
 
To break down all the vain walls—
to feel a heart beat under a tender and fragile sun—
to burst forth in laughter—
often we love to the point of delirium.
 
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you more and more.
I will wait for you ten thousand years still—
and I will love you even more.
 

Shout

Shout—from your very first cry—
your hymn to life—your will to live.
Shout—forbidden words,
those that are in books that were never written.
 
Shout—instead of crying—
instead of begging selfish gods.
Shout—proclaim your fragility
in the sad cycle of eternity.
 
When silence has overwhelmed hope—
when the masses submit to the rule of violence—
shout “peace”—shout “love”—shout “life”—but above all else …
 
Shout—to defy your time.
Inform the world that the wind is silent.
Shout—as after the night
when possibility opens out into infinity…
 
… when you struggle to name the child that you carry—
when you hesitate between fear and revolt.
Shout your heart, shout your fear, shout your madness—but above all else …
 
Shout—with your last cry—
your hymn to life—your desire to live.
Shout—at the top of your lungs, for those who follow, leave
an echo of you.
 
La, la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la,la, la,
la, la, la, la la la
la, la, la, la, la, la
la, la, la,la, la,
la, la, la, la la la…
 

Sing Even So

There are moments when all becomes sad, when all goes wrong.
God!—I’m no longer twenty—the great artist is just not up to it.
There are days when I struggle just to get by.
But I always have to go out on stage—I have to sing.
 
Sing even so—even when a friend who betrayed me
gives me a warm embrace.
Sing even so—even when the hand I long to grasp
reaches out for someone else.
 
You often said that we would find our destiny
like two children—heart against heart, and hand in hand.
You also said that we could never leave one another—
you lied to me but, no matter, tonight I will sing.
 
Sing even so—even when, laughing on the outside, I feel death
carving a huge void in me.
Sing even so—even when love, the great love,
the one and only love is gone.
 
I must always sing love.
 

You Needed Me

You smiled at me when I was crying.
You taught me all about having dignity.
When I lost myself amidst the darkest dreams,
you pulled me back into the light—somehow you had
a real need for me.
 
Stand tall, it's true that I owe it all to you—
and when the path is tough, I can make it through.
This statue molded by your fingers
looked like me and it seemed to me at times
that you needed me.
 
It matters not to me when or where, I needed you—
I needed us—and you were there.
You knew how to guide my steps along the dangerous path.
I became someone in your eyes.
 
You held my hand when I was cold—
you quieted my hunger—you carried my cross—
you gave me back faith after the hell
to which I was condemned here on earth—
you gave me true friendship.
 
Stand tall, it's true that I owe it all to you—
and when the path is tough, I can make it through.
This statue molded by your fingers
looked like me and it seemed to me at times
that you needed me—
that you needed me—
you needed me.
 

That’s My Secret

Why am I grieving? That’s my secret.
Why am I still leaving? That’s my secret.
To leave the one I love—that’s my regret.
I will keep his face in my mind as long as I am gone.
 
Why do I tear us apart? That’s my secret.
Too difficult to say aloud—I will be silent.
And there must be no tears—no drama between us—
you might perhaps want me again afterwards.
 
Finished—the two of us—our pretty romance.
Finished—bid goodbye to our happier days.
Let us pretend to go on vacation—
as if this day ending our love was just an accident.
In the course of our melody, it is just a long pause—
at least let us pretend that.
 
Why am I grieving? That’s my secret.
Why am I still leaving? That’s my secret.
To leave the one I love—that’s my regret.
I will keep his face in my mind as long as I am gone.
 
Why do I tear us apart? That’s my secret.
Too difficult to say aloud—I will be silent.
And there must be no tears—no drama between us—
you might perhaps want me again afterwards.
 

Moonlight

Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace: history sleeps.
Moonlight that illuminates and reanimates an ancient décor.
 
A prince of yesteryear—just twenty years old—
and he dreams of an eagle and his country.
 
Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace: he grows bored.
So his mind travels into the past.
 
Far away from the mists of Schönbrunn: glory entices him.
But his days grow short and he knows he's going to die.
 
Moonlight on the Schönbrunn Palace.
 

I Do Not Know

I do not know what attracts me—
is it his eyes or his smile
or even the sound of his voice
when he whispers in my ear?
 
When he kisses me on the lips,
I seem to feel my temperature rise.
When he holds me in his arms,
everything around me seems to disappear.
 
I do not know why I love him—
I do not know, I do not know.
My heart itself seems to answer my question:
“stop asking, stop asking.”
 
I do not know why I tremble
at the idea of no longer being together—
but then feel all my happiness return
when he is here, held close to me.
 
We often whisper words of love:
”I love you” and “I love you” and “always.”
But even without him saying anything, he has changed my life.
Day and night, I think only of him.
 
I do not know what attracts me—
is it his eyes or his smile
or even the sound of his voice
when he whispers in my ear?
 
When he kisses me on the lips,
I seem to feel my temperature rise.
When he holds me in his arms,
everything around me seems to disappear.
 
I do not know why I love him—
I do not know, I do not know.
My heart itself seems to answer my question:
“stop asking, stop asking.”
 
I do not know why I tremble
at the idea of no longer being together—
but then feel all my happiness return
when he is here, held close to me.
 

When We Loved

When we loved as we once loved, my love—
from month of May to month of May, every day.
Our hearts took all the chances, relishing every taste
of the ripe fruits of our twenty years —now that I think of it.
 
We could have met again—just now—
and begun to love anew as before—
when your youth in my arms—was already crying—
but you—you did not know that.
 
When we loved as we once loved, my love—
from month of May to month of May, every day.
It was like a Sunday that will never end—
like a springtime amidst bending lilacs.
 
When will the month of May come back for us, my love?
I know I will return to you evermore—
and in the sunshine discover again that I love you—
I will love you as we once loved.
 
I will love you as we once loved.
 

This love of mine

This love of mine confined itself
inside a nice small garden
where roses and lily1 grow
and hollyhock as well
 
This garden is nice and pleasant,
embellished with all kinds of flowers.
You can enjoy it in the night
and in the day as well.
 
Alas! Nothing is sweeter
than this gentle nightingale
that sings at dusk and at dawn
When it is tired, it rests.
 
There confined itself this love of mine
 

• 1. lily of the valley, technically

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I am looking at you

Like a big day of celebration
Like a gift of the Earth
An idol, a prophet
Like a night of light
Like water and salt
Like the summer willow
Like a Rainbow fire
Like the wine of friendship
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a rich person, money
And like a poor person, charity
Like the slightest thing, the giant
And like a king, his kingdom
Like a heart, heat
Like a fisherman, the river
Like a mad person, happiness
A foreigner, the border
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a Jew, Israel
A Muslim, the East
Like a priest, Christmas
Like an old man, a child
Like a dog, its master
And like a cat, its home
A woman, her youth
Like a sailor, the horizon
 
I am looking at you, I am waiting for you
When dreaming, when sleeping
When dancing and when singing
I am sure the day will come
When you will love me
Everything that is not you
I am not interested in
 
Like a big day of celebration
Like a gift of the Earth
An idol, a prophet
Like a night of light
Like water and salt
Like the summer willow
Like a Rainbow fire
Like the wine of friendship
 
La la la la la la...
 

I'm Living in a Dream

I live in a dream, sing a song
The day awakens, the darkness flees
Indeed, I believe in miracles, yet again I'm a child
Unforgotten desires turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
 
I live in a dream, sing a song
The evening comes, the light escapes
Indeed, I believe in miracles, even with white hair
The wonders also won't ever turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
 
I live in a dream, sing a song
The day awakens, the darkness flees
Indeed, I believe in miracles, yet again I'm a child
Unforgotten desires turn to reality
 
To fly like a bird
To feel the freedom of which my song carols
To lay in the sun
To experience the homeland, where the music rings
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream
Through time and space
I'm living in a dream