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The orchard in Lorraine

All the blood shed
by the men in the plain
and all the departed
of uncertain causes
have allowed this orchard
to grow hundreds
of roses and apple trees
and marjoram too.
 
All those who cried
they were dying in vain,
all those who wept,
their foreheads in the grass,
all those who breathed
their last sigh there
have turned this orchard
on the Lorraine border
into a sweet loving cove
for lovers as spring comes.
 
All those thrown to the ground
before they could ever
say in wonder:
'Your eyes are the ones I love',
all these brides
who waited in vain,
these men torn away
from their coming weddings,
they all smile seeing
those who are brought by love
to the grass of this orchard
as their mouths unite.
 
All those who left behind
their ordinary love,
their limbs smashed,
their blood outside their veins,
all those we mourned
during bygone wars,
all those we forgot,
the nameless, the bohemian,
all rise up and sing
when carefree lovers
come by to share
the serene caress
they themselves were denied
for the sake of an old tune.
 
All the blood shed
by the men in the plain
and all the departed
of uncertain causes
have allowed this orchard
to grow hundreds
of roses and apple trees
and marjoram too,
have turned this orchard
on the Lorraine border
into a sweet loving cove
for lovers as spring comes.
 

Sparkle up (X-faktor Winner's Song)

I'd travel on the wind's back, on the edge of the sun,
I'd drink from clouds, from the bark of sky-high trees,
I wouldn't hit the brake, nothing's far,
Still, noone could catch up with me
 
Every heart calls a cab when the fun's out,
Finally, the whole world is only mine,
Everyone carries cliffs from the Moon,
I'll fly further for the stars.
 
There's that feeling, that everything's good,
But you need more, you need more,
1001 steps, that's what it takes,
Let's go, start the journey!
 
Sprinkle everywhere the Moon's light
when you're breathing, If you think
you're about to disappear, just sparkle up!
Experience it freely, music is your ladder.
 
Life's good just like this,
lasts til it lasts,
After all, every word turns into
space-junk once,
In my way (of playing)
there's no replay,
The game is hard with half-throttle
 
Every heart calls a cab when the fun's out,
Finally, the whole world is only mine,
Everyone carries cliffs from the Moon,
I'll fly further for the stars.
 
There's that feeling, that everything's good,
But you need more, you need more,
1001 steps, that's what it takes,
Let's go, start the journey!
 
Sprinkle everywhere the Moon's light
when you're breathing, If you think
you're about to disappear, just sparkle up!
Experience it freely, music is your ladder.
 

Now it's my turn

Now it's my turn, I'm going to get my revenge,
I'm going to make you pay for what you do to me
and I'm going to lie like you lie to me
the same way that you do with that little innocent face,
I'm going to mock you and feel nothing at all.1
 
Now it'll be me who cheats on you
with someone who isn't quite like you2
so that you'll finally understand that I'm tired
of loving wretched man who doesn't love me
and who doesn't deserve a woman like me.
 
Now I'll no longer be that idiot who adores you,
who keeps quiet for fear of being left alone,
who stands you and forgives you because of love,
at last I've taken off the blindfold because now
 
I've realized that you're so meaningless3
as a lover there's more than enough when it comes to that,
how do you want me to tell you that you're in my way?
and now I deserve to be happy,
now it's my turn, now it's my turn.
 
Now I'll no longer be that idiot who adores you,
who keeps quiet for fear of being left alone,
who stands you and forgives you because of love,
at last I've taken off the blindfold because now
 
I've realized that you're so meaningless
as a lover there's more than enough when it comes to that,
how do you want me to tell you that you're in my way?
and now I deserve to be happy,
now it's my turn, now it's my turn.
 

• 1. lit. 'touching my heart'.
• 2. lit. 'not at your level'.
• 3. lit. 'you mean so little'

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Alone

The days going by,
I'm still thinking,
if you still feel something for me.
 
I'm consuming,
I'm still waiting for you,
you won't be coming.*
 
Maybe I'd be better,
if you aren't here anymore,
you won't be happy with me.
 
Of course I have,
to enter reason,
but how do I explain it to my heart.
 
Or I stay silent,
or I shout in your face,
how could you leave me
in nothing.
 
Or I tell you softly,
that I need you,
and the truth,
we're still in love.
 
All my life is confused,
but maybe it'd be better to be alone,
than in bad company.
 
Or I stay silent,
or I shout in your face,
how could you leave me
in nothing.
 
Or I tell you softly,
that I need you,
and the truth,
we're still in love.
 
All my life is confused,
but maybe it'd be better to be alone,
than in bad company.
 
Alone, better alone,
it's better to be alone, alone,
I choose to be alone, alone,
alone, alone.
 

Nantes

Versions: #3
It’s raining on Nantes (French town)
Please give me your hand
Nantes’ sky makes my heart cry
 
One of these mornings
Just a year ago
The town had these dull tones
When I got out of the station
Nantes was still unknow to me
I had never been there before
This message had to be sent to me for me to make the trip:
 
Madam, please be there,
25, Wolf Barn street,
Be quick there is little hope
He asked to see you
 
At the time of his last hour
After years of wandering
He was coming back to me, right to my heart
His screams torning up the silence
Since he was gone,
For long I had yearned for him
This wanderer, vanished person,
Suddenly came back to me
 
25, Wolf Barn Street
I remember the appointment
It’s engraved in my memory
This room at the end of a corridor
 
Next to the chimney
I saw 4 men standing up
The light was cold and white
They were wearing Sunday clothes
I didn’t ask any questions
To these strange companions
I didn’t say anything but just from their look
I understood it was too late
 
Yet I was at the appointment
25, wolf barn street
But he never saw me again
He had already disappeared
 
There you go, you know the story
He came back one night
And it was his last trip
His last shore
He wanted before passing away
To warm up at my smile
But he died this very night
Without goodbye, without « I love you »
 
On this path along the sea
Lying down in the garden of stones
I want him to rest, at peace
I laid him down under the roses
My father, my father
 
It’s raining on Nantes
And I remember
Nantes’ sky makes my heart cry
 

Perlimpinpin

For whom, how, when and why?
Against whom? How? Against what?
Enough with your violences.
Where do you come from?
Where are you going?
Who are you?
Who do you pray to?
I ask you to be silent.
For whom, how, when and why?
If it's absolutely necessary for us to be
Against someone or something.
I am for the setting sun
At the top of the deserted hills.
I am for the deep forests.
Because a child who cries,
No matter where he is from,
Is a child who cries.
Because a child who dies,
At the end of your rifles,
Is a child who dies.
How appalling it is to have to choose
Between two innocence's.
How appalling it's to have for enemies
The laughs of childhood!
For whom, how, when and how much?
Against whom? How and how much?
To the point of losing the taste of living
The taste of water, the taste of bread
And the one of the Perlimpinpin²
In the Square des Batignolles
But for nothing, but for almost nothing,
To be with you and that's fine!
And for an half-open rose,
And for a breathing,
And for a breeze of abandon,
And for a shivering garden!
Having nothing, but passionately,
Frantically not saying anything to one another
But give everything ecstatically
And wealthy with deprivation
Only have one's own truth,
Own all the wealths.
Not speaking of poetry
While trampling down wild flowers.
And invoke transparence,
At the back of a yard with grey walls
Where dawn never stands a chance.
Against whom, how, against what?
For whom, how, when and why?
To find back the taste of living,
The taste of water, the taste of bread
And the one of Perlimpinin
In the Square des Batignolles
Against no one and against nothing,
But for all the open flowers,
But for a breathing,
But for a breeze of abandon
And for that shivering garden!
And to live passionately
And to fight only
with the fires of the tenderness
And wealthy with deprivation
Only have one's own truth,
Own all the wealth
Not speaking of poetry anymore
But let the wild flowers live
And invoke transparency
At the back of a yard with grey walls
Where dawn would finally stand a chance
To live,
To live,
And to live passionately
And fight only
with the fires of the tenderness
And wealthy with deprivation
Only have one's own truth
Own all the wealth
Nothing else but tenderness as only wealth
And to give,
But to give,
ecstatically!
To live,
To live,
With tenderness,
To live,
To live,
ecstatically!
Nothing else but tenderness as only wealth
And to give,
But to give,
ecstatically!
 

My most beautiful love story

Versions: #2
From the farthest that i can remember,
The shadow of my past loves,
From the farthest, from the first date,
From the time of the first sorrows,
Then, I was fifteen, barely,
The heart all white, and scratches to the knees,
I was precocious,
From tender loves of kids,
Or from the bites of a mad love.
From the further I can remember,
If since then, I said 'I love you'
My most beautiful love story,
It is all of you.
 
It is true, I have not been wise,
And I have turned a lot of pages,
Without reading them, white, and with nothing on them,
It is true, I have not been wise,
And my warriors of a moment,
Barely seen, already gone,
But through their faces,
It was already your picture,
It was already you and, bare-heart,
I was doing my luggage again,
I took my road again,
And chased my mirage,
My most beautiful love story,
It is all of you
 
On the long road,
That led to you,
On the long road,
I went with a mad heart,
December wind
Froze my neck,
But December did not matter,
If it was for you.
 
It was long the road,
But I have done it, the road,
This one that led,
To you.
And I am not a parjury,
If tonight, I swear to all of you,
That for you, I could have done it on my knees.
There should have been more,
Than some bad apostles,
Than winter or the snow on my neck,
For me to lose my patience,
And I soothed my violence,
My most beautiful love story,
It is all of you.
 
But so much winters or autumns,
At day, at night, and no one
You never were at the rendezvous,
And because of you, losing my hope,
Suddenly, the rage was taking me,
My God, how much I needed all of you,
May the devil take you,
Other people have opened me their door,
Happy, I was leaving away from you,
Yes, I have been unfaithful to you,
But you still came back,
My most beautiful love story,
It is all of you.
 
I have cried my tears,
But how sweet,
Oh, how sweet it was,
That first smile from you,
And for a tear,
That was from you,
I have cried of love
Do you remember ?
 
It was a night, in September,
You came to wait for me,
Right here, do you remember ?
Seeing you smile,
Loving you, without saying anything,
It was then that I understood, suddenly,
I had finished my journey,
And I put down my luggage,
You had come to the rendezvous,
No matters what one may say,
I wanted to say it to you,
Tonight, I am thanking you for all of you,
No matters what one can say,
I came here to say to you,
My most beautiful love story,
It is you.
 

Saint Barbara, who will tell me

I still have on my skin, the sweetness of your hands
That would land on me
I again see the morning, your body against mine
To Saint Barbara
The blue waves of the Pacific
Erased on the sand, our footprints [lit. 'the trace of our steps.']
The romantic beach ended
You took some son, and now I'm cold
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I do not know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
In the wooden house, float a scent of you
That I recognized well
Sometimes I have the impression, that you're still here
But never do you come
The scorching wind of the Pacific
Could take far away, our craziest dreams
I still have this music
That we would sing together, she is only ours
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I do not know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
Memories
 
The sweetness of your hands
Your body against mine
And this scent of you
In the wooden house!
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
Saint Barbara, I do not know
I go, like a drunk boat
Carrying my memories
 
Saint Barbara, who will tell me
Why am I tired of living?
 

Not growing up

When you're little, you dream of being a grown-up.
One day I'll be like Dad and Mom,
I'll go to work, I'll have children.
Growing up is a long way away.
They say if I want to make it
I have to be good at school
and you're not shaping your future
in a detention room.
They say school teaches you life,
but nobody ever asked me
if I liked it or not or wanted
to settle in another way.
 
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
 
When you're little you see the big picture1,
like good guys and bad guys in the movies,
and then you learn that things have a price.
It's not in front of screens that you learn about life.
 
I can see that, when you're a woman
you have to accept everything,
obey to the stronger
and put up with everything.
What I want is lovers, not masters,
coz I don't want to submit myself.
Being a woman is too complicated,
I'd like to keep on dreaming.
 
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
...... not growing up
......
 
You have to be strong and responsible,
not much room left for carefreeness.
Had I known that, I would have taken the time
to linger a bit more in my childhood.
 
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
 
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
What should I do if I don't want to grow up?
How should I do if I don't want to grow up?
 
.... how should I do not to ....
grow up?
...... not growing up
...... I don't want to grow up oh ...
...... I don't want to grow up oh ...
 

• 1. the idiom is not very clear here. Maybe it's a kind of pun on the literal meaning ('you see things like a grown-up') but that does not really make sense to me either way. Apparently from the context it's supposed to mean 'you idealize things'

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September (What a lovely ftime)

Late summer has never appeared so beautiful
The vines of the year will have beautiful grapes
We can already see the terns gathering together
But we must leave this behind. Even though we love it so much
 
What a lovely time to say goodbye
What a lovely night to play like we’re 20 years old
Like the smoke of cigarettes,
Love goes away, and with it my heart stops
What a lovely time to say goodbye
What a lovely night to play like we’re 20 years old
 
The flowers already wear the color of September
And we hear the sound of boats from far away
 
It’s a good time for a sorrow that this time paints over the shadow
I stay at the docks, my love, bye for now
 
What a lovely time, my love, goodbye
What a lovely night to play like we’re 20 years old
Like the smoke of cigarettes,
Maybe love will return to us someday
Maybe one night, at the beginning of one Spring
Ah what a lovely time, the time of our reunion
 
The flowers of May will never be as beautiful
The vines of the year will have beautiful grapes
When you return to me, with the sound of the terns,
Because you Will return to me, my love, until tomorrow…
 

Lie To Me

I'm so scared
Of losing you
Of dying slowly
And not seeing you
Scared of feeling that
It all doesn't exist today
Scared that the time passed
Scared of lying to myself
 
If you're not here
What difference does it make what could happen
Hold me and let me
Love you
 
Lie to me over and over again
And stay in my arms
Let me believe that I don't know
That I'll live in your arms
I don't wanna know
I can't know
Just lie to me, lie to me
I don't wanna know
I can't, oh, lie to me, lie to me
Lie to me, lie to me
Again
 
Stay quiet
For a moment
I know I'm crying
And I'm sorry
But don't leave me
Cause I'll die
Deny it all to me
I'll believe you.
 
If you're not here
What difference does it make what could happen
Hold me and let me
Love you
 
Lie to me over and over again
And stay in my arms
Let me believe that I don't know
That I'll live in your arms
I don't wanna know
I can't know
Just lie to me, lie to me
I don't wanna know
I can't, oh, lie to me, lie to me
Lie to me, lie to me
Again
 
Lie to me over and over again
And stay in my arms
Let me believe that I don't know
That I'll live in your arms
I don't wanna know
I can't know
Just lie to me, lie to me
I don't wanna know
I can't, oh, lie to me, lie to me
Lie to me, lie to me
Again
 

Tell me, when will you come back?

Versions: #4
How many days , how many night
how many time has it been since you left?
you told me : ' This is the last trip
for our broken hearts , it's the last shipwreck.
In Spring, you'll see, I'll be back.
Spring is a perfect time to sing our love.
We'll visit the flowering gardens together
and will saunter through the streets of Paris.'
 
Tell me, when will you come back?
Do you even know about it ,
About the time that passes by
Which rarely can be regained?
That all lost time
can't be regained anymore!
 
Spring has gone away since a long time yet.
Dead leaves crack, wood burn in campfires .
Looking at Paris, so beautiful in this end of Autumn,
Suddenly I become melancolic, I dream, I shiver.
I rock, I capsize and as the song,
I go, I come, I gyrate, I spin around, I drag myself.
Your image haunts me, I speak in a low voice to you
and I have the evil of love, and I have the evil of you.
 
Tell me, when will you come back?
Do you even know about it ,
About the time that passes by
Which rarely can be regained?
That all lost time
can't be regained anymore!
 
Even if I still love you, Even if I still love you,
Even if you're the only one I love, and I love you through Love,
If you don't understand that you must come back,
I'll make with our story, my best memories .
and I'll drive on the road again, the world is wonderful.
I'll go and warm myself under another sun.
I'm not the type of woman who die of grief.
I haven't the virtue of a sailor's wife.
 
Tell me, when will you come back?
Do you even know about it ,
About the time that passes by
Which rarely can be regained?
That all lost time
can't be regained anymore!
 

Barbara's Song

It was beautiful outside when I had my virginity
You had it too, you remember?
And I knew well that the time would come
For me to choose a husband, a lover
If he had money, if he was charming
Even on weekdays, if his collar was white
And if, by chance, he offered me his heart and his last name
I would tell him no
{Chorus:}
Never look away
Indifference is better
Even though the moon shines in the sky
And the boat sleeps on the blue waves
My heart is silent
It is better, much better
Don't give your heart away
And only show calmness and coldness
Wait, this isn't good
I answer right away
A man from Kent came first
And he was a nice cavalier
The second one was as rich as a king
The third one was crazy in love with me
They had money, they were charming
Even on weekdays, their fake collars were white
Very courteously, they offered me their hearts and their last names
I told them no
{Chorus}
So one fine day when the sky was clear
Came the one that offered me nothing
Without greeting me, he entered my room
He threw his hat on my bed
He didn't have money, he wasn't charming
Even on Sundays, his collar wasn't white
He couldn't offer me anything but himself for me to put up with
But I didn't tell him no
Before him1, I had to look away
It was him that appealed to me the most
The Moon twinkled in the skies
And the big boat sailed on the blue waves
All I had to do was give him my whole heart
For love, there is no reason
And the day happiness begins
We don't know how to say no
 

• 1. Before she met/started talking to him

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As I Love You

I've never loved anybody so much
Nobody has ever been so close to me
No matter what problem I have
You're always there for me
 
WHen you look at me the sun comes up
So warm and tender is your gaze
I've never loved anybody so much
As I love you
 
And then when your hands touch me
The way only you can caress, I know that
I've never loved anybody so much
As I love you
 
I find security with you
I never found before you
You have so lovingly kissed me
Out of my loneliness
 
You make me happy as you love me as well
I thank you for being there (for being you)
I've never loved anybody so much
As I love you
As I love …
 
As I love you
 
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