A keresés eredménye

Lucille and the dragonflies

Two or three dragonflies, flying
Were bothering Lucille
On the road to her school
In the middle of the city
These dragonflies in the city are crazy
Thought Lucille
Who catches them on a thread
And flies away
 
Two or three dragonflies, flying
Were carrying Lucille
Two or three swallows in line
Were following their flight
They all arrived on an island
So far from her school
That the city lights
Were fireflies
 
The dragonflies said 'Lucille
At our school
Look, it's easy, you just blink
And you fly away...'
As they were saying these words
At the same time Lucille
Heard in the distance, in the city
The bell from her school
 
Two or three dragonflies, flying
Were following Lucille
On the road to her school
In the middle of the city
Speeding up, supple and slight
Lucille was barely touching the ground
Blinking peacefully
Towards her school
 

The fairies

You could never fall asleep
Without me inventing for your pleasure
Stories of wizards making everything with nothing,
And I was inventing, so you could sleep,
In the room, on rainy evenings,
Crocodiles wearing top hats
And frogs wearing tailcoats,
And an infinity of fairies. x2
 
There was the fairy with purple eyes
That you look at and disappears,
And the fairy of night winds
That you call but runs away,
And then the fairy in the lagoon
Who delights in cutting up the moon
Into thousands of tiny pieces,
And makes them dance on the water.
And there was the Carabosse fairy,
Who would take you away in her coach,
And you'd whip her hundred horses
Towards the sea at full gallop.
That was when you'd fall asleep.
Me, discreetly, I'd slip away
Cradling my heart with your smile
Full of dreams and memories,
And an infinity of fairies. x2
 
Then, one day, you had to grow up,
All the fairies had to leave,
With them, the wizards
Making everything with nothing.
But since then, so I can sleep,
In my room, on rainy evenings,
When nights are too boring,
I think about our past days,
And all the infinite fairies
Come back to me.
 
There was the fairy with purple eyes
That you look at and disappears,
And the fairy of night winds
That you call but runs away,
And then the fairy in the lagoon
Who delights in cutting up the moon
Into thousands of tiny pieces,
And makes them dance on the water.
And there was the Carabosse fairy,
Who went away in her coach,
She whipped her hundred horses
Towards the sea at full gallop.
Children are made to grow up
To walk away towards their future
Leaving behind them laughter
Full of dreams and memories,
And an infinity of fairies. x2
 

Being hand in hand with a child

Versions: #2
Being hand in hand with a child
to lead him to the future,
To give him confidence in his way,
taking a child like a king.
Taking a child in your arms
and - for the first time -
dry your tears, without showing your joy
taking a child in your arms
 
Taking a child in your heart
to comfort its sorrows
very gently, without talking, shameless,
taking a child in your heart
Taking a child in your arms
and for the first time
shedding tears, without showing your joy
taking a child at your side
 
Being hand in hand with a child
And singing him lullabies
to let it sleep at the end of the day
Taking a child with love
taking a child as it comes
and comfort its griefs
Living your life for years, then suddenly
taking a child by the hand
 
Looking to the end of the way
Taking a child as your own.