A keresés eredménye

You are my candy

Morning, why are you leaving
I was dreaming only about you,
you say it's all in vain
with another person you're going far away.
 
Luck won't be back,
because we only played a game
fire, that burns in me
I will never say again, that I love you.
 
You are my candy, balloon, lemongrass
come and take me to your hug
kiss me gently, propose, promise,
that this time we'll be together for at least six minutes.
 
Where are you, I can't find you
where are all those dark shadows, that cover you
fire, that burns in me
I will never say again, that I love you.
 

Red ocean

Night falls on the creek
And the rocks are crying colors
In the calm galactic water
You have no fear anymore, no pain anymore
The clouds are electric
Reflecting the mauve of the flowers
The mirages of these tropics
Are here to save your heart
The heart
The heart
 
Climatic inversion
This new gravity
Erotic emanations
Are released from the depths
In the volcanic currents
You give in to the warmth
This aquatic landscape
Is here to save your heart
The heart
The heart
 
Your heart (5x)
 
[Outro](5x)
To invert the sky and the Earth
And to leave the desert for the sea of Mars
The green dawn was the last
And I leave behind me the sea of Mars
 

Moulin Rouge

It's you, Moulin Rouge,
that sings to my heart,
that comes back to me
with the dreams of back then.
 
And it's here, Moulin Rouge,
that love was born
and here where ended
that love for me.
 
How many kisses, how much love,
you saw every day around you.
The woman I loved back then,
you alone perhaps know where she is.
 
And you, Moulin Rouge,
singing to my heart,
bring back to life again
my dream of love.
 
~~~~~
 
How many kisses, how much love,
you saw every day around you.
The woman I loved back then
only you perhaps know where she is.
 
And you, Moulin Rouge,
singing to my heart,
bring back to life again
my dream of love.
 

Secret love

Dance with me
Dance with me
Night covers us like a sheet
Nobody will see you here,
entrapped in my arms.
 
Play with me
Play with me
I'm the mouse, you're the cat.
Do whatever you please with me.
As the song goes, it'll be alright1
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?2
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
Dance with me
Dance with me
What we're doing together is neither the business
of narrow-minded persons3 or the law
This fight is ours alone4
 
Carry me away
Carry me away
Just like in the delta of a river,
what is me
and what is you
mix up but don't unite5
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?
 
And what if secret love...
 
When hidden love(rs)
can't get close, doesn't that
make vows written in chalk
even truer?
 
And what if secret love
was indeed true love?
No living witnesses,
only trees and wind.
 

• 1. that's a rather anachronic pun. 'ça ira' means 'it'll be alright' in modern French, but the he refers to rather says 'That will happen for sure, all the aristocrats will be hung'
• 2. that's arguably nice-looking gibberish in French too
• 3. 'bien-pensant' is also a trendy modern term, it really sounds out of place in a 18th century story
• 4. what fight? Are they making love or war?
• 5. another bit of abstruse French

You think of her

You think of her
better1 than of the comeback of the swallows
You think of her
like a priest to his parish
You think of her
like a dog in front of its bowl.
You think of her
 
Speak no more.
I recall her yesterday morning
Speak no more,
or beauty is worthless2
Speak no more.
I can hear horses in the dist3
Speak no more.
 
She will make you
swear Judas' oath.
She will carry you
all around the world in her arms.
She will leave you
on the corner of a bed, your heart spread-eagled4.
She will forget about you.
 
Speak no more.
Love is killing me in this garden.
Speak no more.
Living without her is a grief.
Speak no more.
Dying every day
is my fate.
Speak no more.
 
You think of her
 
I recall her yesterday morning
Speak no more (you think of her)
or beauty is worthless (you think of her)
I can hear horses in the distance
Speak no more (you think of her)
 
Speak no more.
Love is killing me in this garden (she will forget about you).
Speak no more.
Living without her is a grief (she will forget about you).
Speak no more.
Dying every day (she will forget about you)
is my fate.
 
She will forget about you.
 
Speak no more.
 
You think of her.
 

• 1. sounds odd in French too
• 2. ??? as if speaking would make beauty worthless ???
• 3. ...ance. 'loin' is an adjective meaning 'far'. Correct French would use the noun 'lointain' (far distance)
• 4. 'en croix' is usually said of the arms forming a cross with the body, equivalent to the spread-eagle posture. It could also evoke a crucified heart, with an effort of imagination

Terror, citizen

Terror1, citizen
I can see it dance in your hands
I can feel it clearly, going along
with all these heads in your basket.
 
Terror, citizen,
I can see it coming tomorrow,
along with the taste of others' blood.
Who's next? Who's to blame?
 
Terror, citizen,
from the Vendée2 to Saint Germain3
I can see it being thrown like a stone
by Robespierre's hand.
 
Terror
Terror
Terror, citizen
 
Terror, citizen
I stand alongside it every morning,
in the eyes of the temple child4
they locked up to make an example.
 
Terror, citizen,
that's where it comes from. It came a long way.
It can put me on its list,
even though I'm no royalist.
 
Terror, citizen,
from the Montagnards to the Girondins5,
torn apart by a convention
that is no longer the revolution.
 
Terror
Terror
Terror, citizen
 
Oh, oh, Terror
Terror
Terror,
it's such an error, citizen.
 
Oh, oh, Terror
Terror
Terror,
it's such an error, citizen.
 
Terror is such an error, citizen.
 

• 1. 'la Terreur' is the name of a period after French revolution when many members of the nobility and alleged royalists were summarily executed, using the infamous guillotine
• 2. a region of France where a bloody civil war erupted after the revolution
• 3. I don't recall the city played any significant role during the revolution. Maybe an allusion to the ?
• 4. It's about Louis XVII, infant heir to the throne, detained in the Temple prison where he would die in 1795
• 5. the two main political factions in the newly formed parliament which was called the 'convention'. Many of its members would meet their end to the guillotine during the ferocious political struggles that followed the revolution

France

With its villages and castles,
its grey houses by the waterside,
I know very well what people do there1.
 
With its fears and angers,
its revolutionary ideas,
I know it better than you'd think.
 
With its belfries and churches
and customs. Whatever they say,
it still harbours a desire for insolence2
 
Though I might have offended it at some point,
it is like an heartache
that makes me quietly cry.
 
France, France
is like the shadow of a cross under Provence's sky.
France
is keeping faith while all bets are off3.
 
With its romantic gardens4,
its fishing harbours on the Atlantic,
I know its diversity5.
 
With all its craftsman trades,
stonecutters or peasants,
it's been moving forth for 2000 years.
 
With its immortal provinces,
the cherished child of the Sun King6
I know his descendants well.
 
With its words of liberty,
equality, fraternity
which never occurred to me.
 
France, France
is to believe until the end, until the last chance.
France
is to keep our childhood memories inside of us7
 
France, France,
it remains my country, from yesterday to today.
France,
with all its colours, remains in my heart.
 

• 1. lit. 'the way they dance there', but the idea is rather 'what's going on there'
• 2. that sounds pretty bad in French too, like corporate or media waffle
• 3. more precisely: when the result is inevitable
• 4. actually the 'romantic' movement didn't exist at the time, it was an invention of the triumphant bourgeois social class that would bloom in the mid-19th century
• 5. 'différence' is a trendy politically correct word for 'diversity'
• 6. a common nickname for Louis XIV, a most prestigious king of France who ruled with great pomp for 70 years until early 18th century
• 7. what a lot of hot air...

Disenchantment

We dreamed so much of being free,
of being free
before we became rebels.
 
We dreamed so much of being immobile1,
of being immobile
before we became emigrants.
 
We all loved the same France,
the same childhood,
before we made mistakes.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment.
 
We always dreamed of always following
of always following
a wind of liberty.
 
We dreamed so much of writing the book
of writing the book
of a forgotten story.
 
We fought
for offences,
for differences2
that brought us closer.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment.
 
This dagger in the heart
that dares not speak its name3
and kills happiness
by saying 'no' to you.
 
It wavers at the end of courage
on the flag of the revolutions.
It has made nobody dream,
the disenchantment.
It dwells in the hearts of men,
as the bereavement of their imagination.
It spared no one,
the disenchantment. (x3)
 

• 1. being immobile is not really something people dream of, for all I know. No idea what he means by that
• 2. again this PC synonym of 'diversity'. It doesn't really mean anything here
• 3. another cliché for 'hidden' or 'covert' or 'deceptive' that has no real meaning here

Marie-Antoinette

She holds the last king of France
stubbornly1 to her heart2.
She says again how much she loves him,
and that he has to survive her absence
and harbour no thought of revenge.
And her guards already drag her away.
 
She would want to leave it up to God,
but where is God right now?
She says: 'you can cut my hair,
but please take care of my child'
 
She walks obediently,
remembering the dance steps
in her queenly finery.
She retained that elegance
that would grant the court of France
its European insolence.
 
She hears the shouts of the crowd
and the insults of the innocents3
She hears the drums rolling
and the belfry of St Vincent.
 
Soldiers, hats off.
The queen walks to the scaffold.
Soldiers, this is one death too many.
Which republic is without its faults?
 
She thinks of the former king of France,
of her nice childhood years
in an Austrian province.
And, as the cart comes forth,
she takes her allotted place
next to a Gypsy girl4
 
She would want to leave it up to God,
but God is never where He should be.
She refuses to lower her eyes
in front of the executioner's hood5.
 
Soldiers, hats off.
The queen walks to the scaffold.
Soldiers, this is one death too many.
Which republic is without its faults?
 
She no longer knows what she's thinking about.
Everything changes dramatically6 as something obvious7
She seems to hear the noise of chains,
and in a silent whisper,
deep inside everyone's consciousnesses
everybody wonders: 'why the queen?'8
 

• 1. lit. 'insistently', but that doesn't really make sense in French either
• 2. it's about Louis XVII, a 8 years old child who would eventually die in prison two years later.
• 3. ??? sounds like 'innocent' is meant as 'feeble-minded' here. Or maybe the people that are not to blame for her execution?
• 4. I suppose that's a wink to Esmeralda, though I wonder what Notre-Dame de Paris has to do with the French revolution. In reality she was accompanied by a priest.
• 5. this is purely apocryphal. As the story goes, she inadvertently stepped on the executioner's toes and her last words were 'I beg your pardon, Mister. I did not do it on purpose'
• 6. the verb also means 'topple over'. It's obviously a kind of play on both meanings. Not a very good one, in my opinion.
• 7. I don't know what they mean by that
• 8. Though the crowd indeed remained silent after her death, Marie-Antoinette was a symbol of all that was wrong with the nobility. Living in an indecent luxury, oblivious to the needs of her people, playing the shepherdess with her courtesans while children starved in the streets around her palace. I very doubt many commoners questioned the reasons for her execution.

Water rouge

In a dress crossing the city in my mirror
Our radiant love makes a diffuse reflection
When it's so, being honest
I want to slide down by the slope of dreams
True love tonight, two love too late
On a gondola of time
While we see the flowing scenery, I make circles with the finger in the water
 
Water rouge, strange image
Ah my heart is a fountain, love is a brook
Water rouge, as if it overflows
As if I flow, I want to live in the nature
Kiss me please, water rouge
 
Your eyes are transparent
The lies sunk in the bottom shine
But it's fine, because like pebbles
I throw my intelligence and my reason
True love tonight, too love too tight
Sailing like this
The blue of the moonlight got our chest wet
 
Water rouge, strange image
Ah Tears are beads, dreams are mirages
Water rouge, light and shadow
Ah are sinking and shaking
Water rouge, strange image
Ah my heart is a fountain, love is a brook
Water rouge, as if it overflows
As if I flow, I want to live in the nature
Kiss me please, water rouge
 

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The tiny red-nosed reindeer

At the time snow covers green Finland
And the reindeer cross the moor
The night wind
Still speaks to the herd of him
 
He was called Red-Nosed
Ah how tiny he was
 
The little reindeer with a red nose
Red as a [lighted] wick
 
His little nose would make everyone laugh
Everyone would tease him
Even saying
That he liked to drink too much.
 
A fairy who heard him
Crying in the dark
To comfort him said
'Come to paradise tonight'
 
Like an angel Red-Nosed
You will drive in the sky
With your little red nose
Santa's sleigh
 
When his brothers saw how nimbly
And with dignity he flew the celestial routes
In the sight of his frolicking
More than one reindeer stood dumbfounded
 
He was called Red-Nosed
Ah how tiny he was
The little reindeer with a red nose
Red as a lighted wick
 
Now that he practises
Riding his chariot in the sky
He is the king of reindeer
And his nose makes others jealous.
 
Your little girls and boys
For the great night
If you'll know your lessons
At the sounding of midnight
 
This tiny dot that moves
Just like a star across the sky
That's the nose of Red-Nosed
Announcing Santa
Announcing Santa
Announcing Santa
 

Red

Red
Like a setting sun over Mediterranean sea
Red
Like the Bordeaux wine
In my starry head
Red
Like the blood of Rimbaud
Running on the notebook
Red
Like a sea covering
the Judean desert
 
Red
Like the cheeks of a child
When he has played a lot
Red
Like an apple that gives you
The perfume of sin
Red
Like the fire of a volcano
That will wake up
Red
Like this star in the heart of
This lied down sleeper
 
Like a bird killed
By a tragic shot
Like an actor wounded
By the shouts of the public
Like a broken violin
That replays the heroic
Like a frozen vision
Of the last Titanic
 
Red
Like the passion of gypsies
When the violins panic
Red
Like the signaling lighthouse
When a plane flew
Red
Like a woman’s lips
When love drives her crazy
Red
Like a lier’s forehead
That betrays on word
 
Like a bird killed
By a tragic shot
Like an actor wounded
By the shouts of the public
Like a broken violin
That replays the heroic
Like a frozen vision
Of the last Titanic
 
Like the silence that follows
The lyrics in music
Like a symphony
When it is pathetic
 
Red
Like a man’s anger
When he sees that is going
Red
All he has built
All he has loved
Red
Like the gown of Christ
That the soldiers have played
Like the color of the sky
When it is going to fall down
 
Like a bird killed
By a tragic shot
Like an actor wounded
By the shouts of the public
Like a broken violin
That replays the heroic
Like a frozen vision
Of the last Titanic
 
 Like the silence that follows
The lyrics in music
Like a symphony
When it is pathetic
 

I'm My Own Woman

Don't you think I'll keep on living in the past
I've had enough, you will never change, always such a complicated guy
 
It's the end of the world, and me drinking a glass of gin
It's so difficult to accept it's over
I'm going to live all dreams you took from me
All you said I am not
 
Look how irocin it's
Everything I had was your false love
Bye bye, move on
In a way where I'm not
And now I'm going
 
I'm back, this way I could bounce back
I'm my own woman
I deserve to have back what you took from me
I will find the way out
Because I'm my own woman
 
I admit it how often you made me feel inferior
But the more you beg me and cry like that
The more I remember my strengh
 
And stop stalking me on Instafgram
For I'm sigle and ready to mingle not thinking about it later
 
Nobody belongs to anybody
Wherever I go, whoever I am, only I know
 
Look how irocin it's
Everything I had was your false love
Bye bye, move on
In a way where I'm not
And now I'm going
 
I'm back, this way I could bounce back
I'm my own woman
I deserve to have back what you took from me
I will find the way out
Because I'm my own woman
 

Rock'n rouge

Suddenly, on an elegant sports car
'I made you wait' you say acting
 
The grease makes your hair shine
Even if you're decided, you don't become an image
 
'Let's go to the sea' you say
Snapping your fingers
But your motives are impure
 
You say you have a dozen of gilrfriends
But you're not that popular
I can bet a million dollars
Only me knows your address
 
A hand on my shoulder
You got used to pass
I pinched you softly
And I casted down my eyes a little blue
 
Pure pure lips. My feelings say yes
Even if I say I hate to kiss you, I mean the opposite
Pure pure lips. Wait please
In the petal-coloured spring I will fall in love
 
When we walk by the breakwater
You made me laugh with your jokes
 
We sink in silence and it's like we avoid
The waves of rising mood
 
Don't entangle yourself saying
'I-I-I love you' so sudden
Hours don't scape
Murmur it slower
 
Pure pure lips. My feelings say yes
On the white stripes of the crossroads pavement
Pure pure lips. Wait please
When the signal changes I will fall in love
 
Pure pure lips. Wait please
In the petal-coloured spring I will fall in love
 

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Red, Yellow, Green

I would love to see floating in the air, the red-yellow-green drapes
That the Conquering Lion be part of the atmosphere
Of the happiness, of joy, for my sisters and brethren
The maximum of positive vibes, let us give space to happiness!
 
Place first the red, which shows that Rastafari moves
Long dreadlocks do not mean that those are Rasta[farian]s
One far too often gets Baba Cool and the Rastaman mixed up
Representing Jehovah, it would be better to respect that
One tries following one’s rules, which are not all that strict
Bobo, Twelve Tribes or Naya, Ball head, there is a place for you
If your intentions are pure, you are welcome, have a seat
Look out to not fall for scams, sharks1 are everywhere
 
I would love to see floating in the air, the red-yellow-green drapes
That the Conquering Lion be part of the atmosphere
Of the happiness, of joy, for my sisters and brethren
The maximum of positive vibes, let us give space to happiness!
 
On second, the yellow, representing the shining sun
The almighty I on his throne, impressing with his magnificence
Seeing all the love he gives us, for him, there is not anyone who fakes a laugh
He forgives us up to the here and now, in hopes that we become perfect
This maybe the last call before the bells ring
No more time for quarrels, there are no races anymore, just humans
Some are extremely overzealous, others are content with what they were given
Silver and gold have their followers who want tonnes thereof.
 
I would love to see floating in the air, the red-yellow-green drapes
That the Conquering Lion be part of the atmosphere
Of the happiness, of joy, for my sisters and brethren
The maximum of positive vibes, let us give space to happiness!
 
Green represents Zion2
Respecting the institution is the only evasive manoeuvre that works
It is normal to lock in the people, to forbid them all those mobile homes
One questions liberty, amidst the centre of Babylon
Green is also everything that is natural
Now
Give me my high grade, it is burning red
A yellow flame towards the spiritual red
Now
It is our remedy, put it in my head!
 
I would love to see floating in the air, the red-yellow-green drapes
That the Conquering Lion be part of the atmosphere
Of the happiness, of joy, for my sisters and brethren
The maximum of positive vibes, let us give space to happiness!
 

• 1. literally wolves, i.e., con artists
• 2. Zion is the Rastafarian goal of heaven on earth

Red coat

Because they told me to hold his arm
And look at the needle shoved in
You don't get always lucky
You bend down, you fall, you move on
 
You slip the red coat on, trees move and the sky is going to fall down
You never know, tomorrow, tonight, what day, what time it's gonna stop
You hide, you crawl, you swallow, you struggle to stay up
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
 
Behind the border
Where banana trees were felled
You'll find helmets and stretchers
And the jeeps of orderlies
 
We are all same, there's nothing else to do
Than writing on a piece of paper
The tough time we have on the other side of the earth
While looking at bombs falling down
 
But on the other bank of the river
You've got men eating dogs
Women afraid of daylight
Without milk left in their breast
 
You hurry, you get there and you walk past
Maybe there's something to see
You stop on the brim of the bruning hole
There's a guy who sells drinks
 
You slip the red coat on, trees move and the sky is going to fall down
You never know, tomorrow, tonight, what day, what time it's gonna stop
You hide, you crawl, you swallow, you struggle to stay up
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
 
But behind the border
Where banana trees were felled
You don't always get beer
And you wonder what happened
 
Now close your eyes, switch the small light off
And forget everything
Women who fell in the rice fields
Children dead from starvation
Women who fell in the rice fields
Children dead from starvation
 
One day in an armchair, smoking a cigar
By the Mediterranean sea
You'll have lots of people coming to see me
And ask to be told
But nothing more rotten than my memory
I won't even remember how to count
But nothing more rotten than my memory
I won't even remember how to count
My life will be a big black hole
With dead bodies burried inside
 
As if someone had pushed me suddenly in the void
The big wet checkerboards in the delta
Magic of the night like a red anaconda killed in an acid bath
Magic of the night like a red anaconda killed in an acid bath
 
There's only one micron (?)
 
You never know, tomorrow, what day, what time
You hide, you swallow, you struggle
You look in front, the danger passes, just bend your neck
You slip... you slip the red coat on, and trees move, and the sky...
 

Song of the Red Wall

That one who is, is me...
For me, my sword shall speak.
 
Just learning.

The Curse Words of Love

Have I told you, beautiful lady?
I fell under just one touch of your charm.
You have put joy in my soul
and my heart stirred.
And you?
 
Have I told you dear friend?
You have ignited a dormant flame
when I wanted to control the fire
of my stirring body.
And you?
 
Even though I am against you
the ban flies to peices
flies to peices.
 
Too bad to be
the curse words of love.
Let's say clearly
melodramatic words of fine melodrama.
Too bad to be strong,
the unsaid brings death
provided we still dare
melodramatic words of fine melodrama.
 
If it's enough to lie
to forget what must not be said.
All these nights passed in remembering
its impromptu desire.
And you?
 
If it's enough to suffer
to spare those we will betray.
Abandon yourself to pleasure without remorse
Defend who kills me,
and you?
 
But the intoxication of your arms
everything else flies to pieces
flies to pieces.
 
Too bad to be
the curse words of love.
Let's say clearly
melodramatic words of fine melodrama.
Too bad to be strong,
the unsaid brings death
provided we still dare
melodramatic words of fine melodrama.
 
Too bad to be
the curse words of love.
Let's say clearly
melodramatic words of fine melodrama.
 
You have my fate
it's not God that I adore but you.
And I swear to you, to life, to death
to lose myself to this game.
And you?
 

ROUGE OF GRAY

A stretching out routine while rolled the bathrobe
A loose​ WEEK END A lonely love
With a hot shower sound 'Clyde' I can't hear
Hug me more 'Bonnie'
 
Shaking over the shoulders, drinks up the curaçao
A Skyscraper's bordering​ An angel full of scars
It seems to disappear 'Clyde' I'm trembling
Hold me tightly 'Bonnie'
 
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
Keep me embraced and just sleep
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
In a concrete cage
 
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
Keep me embraced and just sleep
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
In a concrete cage
 
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
Keep me embraced and just sleep
STOP THE TIME FOR FALL IN LOVE
In a concrete cage