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Ethiopia

They have never seen rain
They don't even know how to smile anymore
There aren't even any tears left
In their eyes so big
The children of Ethiopia
Are onboard a ship
That no longer has sails nor oars
Waiting for the wind
 
Far from the hearts and from the eyes
Of our cities and towns
Ethiopia is slowly dying
Slowly
Nothing but a song for them
To open our eyes
It's so much yet so little
 
It's so little
 
But for every child who falls
Who dies far from the eyes of the West
Our sky becomes darker
And our future less bright
In this land of drought
Only graves bloom
Despite all of our riches
Their sun forms our shadows
 
Far from the hearts and from the eyes
Of our cities and towns
Ethiopia is slowly dying
Slowly
Nothing but a song for them
To open our eyes
It's so much yet so little
 
It's so little
 
Let's give them futures
In exchange for nothing
Let's give them life
Just life
Here at home the forest falls
There the desert advances
Faster than the dove
In a sky of indifference
The children the Third World
Only have a shadow of a chance
Every day, every second
Let's stop the silence
 
Far from the hearts and from the eyes
Of our cities and towns
Ethiopia is slowly dying
 
Slowly
Nothing but a song for them
To open our eyes
It's so much yet so little
It's so little
 
Far from the hearts and from the eyes
Of our cities and towns
Ethiopia is slowly dying
Slowly
Nothing but a song for them
To open our eyes
It's so much yet so little
It's so little
 

While I Sing

A whole collapsing world,
While I sing,
A little voice in the crowd,
Three minutes, forty, so unimportant,
 
Men who rip each other apart
While I dream,
And between two shooting ranges,
Call a truce.
 
A future shadow,
Although the day begins.
 
You must live with that,
Tell yourself that life, life must continue.
You must live with that,
Find again a desire which has disappeared.
You must live with that, another day. x2
 
Liberties which we take for granted,
While I love you.
A world which has become crazy,
Violence which we sow,
And spreads everywhere
The day begins anyway,
anyway.
 
You must live with that,
Tell yourself that life, life must continue.
You must live with that,
Find again a desire which has disappeared.
You must live with that, another day. x2
 
Even though, you see
I sing, I dream and I love you
 
You must live with that,
Tell yourself that life, life must continue.
You must live with that,
Find again a desire which has disappeared.
You must live with that, another day.
 

If You Cry, If You Sing

If at times you cry, I cry with you
because you are part of me.
Nothing other than a tear drives away my joy
and I am sad, much more than you.
 
When you sing, I sing with you
because I am part of you.
Whatever you do, don't forget
all of this love that will guide me.
 
It is my face, like a mirror,
the joys that you will know.
Or this language—who can know
what my heart does not say to you?
 
You cry, you sing, I do like you
because I live only for you.
Whatever happens, wherever you are,
very close to you, I will be there.
 
~~~~~
 
Whatever happens, wherever you are,
very close to you, I will be there.
 

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.
 

The Shining Star

Our world is so different...
Without the magic of our love...
Tears will always run down my face...
When I think of you...
Let's run... (let's run...)
Together to admire the sunrise...
On Earth where forbidden... dreams...
Can finally come true...
I want see you..., to meet you
It'd be a secret meeting in the morning...
At the top of that hill where you have small birds... which are sleeping...
When I hold your hand...
Someday in the morning mist...!
The way's shining...!
The seal will break...!
And our love... will be eternalized...!
 

The Working Song

Come, friends, and together we'll hum the Working Song
With loud and clear voices
Roll up your sleeves for a successful cleaning
And let's start with the kitchen
As we sing along!
 
Trill out loud, in the tub as you scrub many stains
Washing down a hairball is also good
And so we hum the Working Song
 
So we sing and never cease
Together we will beat it
With a hose, the toilet
we will scrub
 
It's so freeing to hum together
La-la-la-dum-dum-dum
And we've also emptied the vacuum
How fun it is to sing the Working Song
It's the Working Song
 
Oh, I was left all alone
When will my love
come back to me?
For now, I'll stay here
So why give up
on an experience or two?
Hey, the stovetop!
 
This is how you clean while humming a song that is dedicated to work
The filth is a long time fact
We'll finish up with love every little chore
Guys, take another breath
We'll sing along to work
 
With the laundry detergent, come and clean
another stinky shirt and sock
Sing along
And if you don't sing, then hum
We'll finish singing the Working Song!
 

The miserable singer

And I'm wondering if you're still existing,
And I'm wondering if your heart is north
If you make love at night when you're about to fall asleep
And all those kinds of things
But nothing has changed for me, I kept you
 
And I'm wondering who might touch your hair
And I'm wondering if you're near a fire
If you said to him those words you told me
And all those kinds of things
But while I'm thinking about this, you, you're forgetting me
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 
And I'm wondering if we'll see each other again
And I'm wondering if you'll still remeber
If we'll only become friends
And all those kinds of things
But you've probably forgotten we've loved each other
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 

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.
 

It's for that that I sing

It's for that that I sing
Listen to my heart sing
It sings so well, my heart
When it doesn't have fear
 
It's for that that I sing
I do not know to speak
Without music to help me
I would never dare
 
In front of you I no longer know
The words that I speak to you
But in singing this melody
They become much more pretty
 
It's for that that I sing
Listen to my heart sing
It sings so well, my heart
It at least does not have fear
 
It is for that that I sing
I would never learn
That I love you to death
It is for that that I sing
 

Close

I don't pay attention to the world
When I hold you in my arms
And music is playing for only us
Like the dream of ours
 
You are as close
As two people can be
So close that I can feel your heat
The world goes on
 
And the fate took our dreams
Even I gave up my dreams
In the empty days
When I was close
To fulfilling all my dreams
 
And I know it now
That I'll be happy
Only with you close
Stay close to me
So the ending will be happy
 
I know
You are beautiful
I was blind
 
I love only you
And I moved on in love
More and more close
 
How can I survive
Alone without love
So stay, stay mine!
Stay close to me
So the ending will be happy
 
I know
You are beautiful
I was blind
 
What to do next?
We are so crazy
Close, close and distant
 

Everything Will End Happily

Everything will end happily
 
(Edward:
Why are you so sad
Beautiful lady)
 
(Nancy:
She left a she here
That suits)
 
The fairytale is ending, they are happy forever
 
(Edward:
May I?)
 
We trust in our depth, that it can happen like this
 
(Edward:
It fits you perfectly)
 
Secretly it's in us
It's the most beautiful part of the whole fairytale
Let's confess, everyone is happy
 
When it ends happily
Everything ends
Everything ends beautifully
Everything ends beautifully
(Everything ends)
Everything en..
 
(Nancy:
Oops
I'm sorry, hehehe
Hehehe
Wow, the signal is great here)
 
Everything ends happily
(Everything ends)
Everything ends beautifully
(Everything ends)
 
Open your heart, you'll be closer to happiness
 
(Morgana:
Come, dad)
 
You can do more, when you will believe in that goal more
Why would you hide it, why to be scared
Go and fight for the happiness, you can
You will catch the wind when you will be more yourself
 
Everything ends beautifully...
 
(Pip:
And there it is, birds)
 
(Birds:
Thanks, Pip)
 
(Pip:
Come on
Don't push
I have enough books for everyone)
 
Let your story be diverse and long
And with sweet ending
It doesn't have to be happy only in fairytales
Let yourself be carried away by magical romance
 
And everything will end happily
 
(And they lived together happily till death)
 
I dream about the true love's kiss..
 

Nepredvidljiv

Šta god da učinim je za tebe
Nepredvidljiv si ali ipak te volim, dušo
 
Šta se tripuješ, juče bio si miran
Ima li nešto što mogu da kažem što bi ti vratilo osmeh
?
Izvinjavala bih se da znam gde sam pogrešila
Ali ipak nastavljam dalje s tobom jer su mi snažna osećanja
 
Šta još mogu da radim (Šta mogu da radim?)
Da bih tebi dokazala (da bih dokazala)
Dokazala da ovo je istina
Treba da znam jer...
 
Refren
Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri,
Zašto onda moraš da se predomišliš, dušo?
Šta god da učinim je za tebe
(Šta god da učinim)
Nepredvidljiv si ali ipak te volim, dušo
 
Verse
Zbunjujuće je, stvari su se uvek činile dobrim
Kad nismo mogli
Biti razdvojeni samo za jedan dan
Dušo, za jedan minut možeš me toliko usrećiti
kad bi uradio sve što možeš
Ali danas, kad bi samo probao...
 
Zašto moraš (Zašto moraš)
Biti ljut na mene (na mene)
Zar nećeš mi da kažeš?
Treba da znam jer...
 
Refren
Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri,
Zašto onda moraš da se predomišliš, dušo?
Šta god da učinim je za tebe
(Šta god da učinim)
Nepredvidljiv si ali ipak te volim, dušo
 
Mislila sam da znam (mislila sam da znam)
Tako sam zbunjena (tako sam zbunjena)
Što se događa (što se događa)
Gde smo pogrešili (gde smo pogrešili, dušo)
 
Refren
Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri,
(Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri, dušo)
Zašto onda moraš da se predomišliš, dušo?
(Zašto onda moraš da se predomišliš)
Šta god da učinim je za tebe
(Šta god da učinim)
Nepredvidljiv si ali ipak te volim, dušo
(Ipak te volim)
 
Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri,
(Svaki put kad mislim da smo dobri, dušo)
Zašto onda moraš da se predomišliš, dušo?
(Da se predomišliš)
Šta god da učinim je za tebe
(Za tebe, za tebe)
Nepredvidljiv si ali ipak te volim, dušo
 

The Dumb and Mean Song

When I was twelve years old, I really liked my brother
He was amazing--he had a glass eye
That he would have probably kept for his entire life--
If I hadn't auctioned it off
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My sister was a great cook
She would make millefeuille and eclairs
One day I put a few pieces of glass in them--
It was so funny to see everyone rolling on the ground
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My cousin worked security at a cemetery
One day to scare the hell out of him I covered myself in a green sheet
He saw me suddenly rise up in the light of day
And the day after it was him they buried in the ground
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 
My uncle Gontran was a billionaire
Who gave me money without knowing what I did with it
Trying to satisfy me, he gave me so much
That now he eats at the soup kitchen
 
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
If you find something worse (ha ha)
Dumber and meaner (ha ha)
Run quickly and write to me-- (ha ha)
You win (ha ha)
(nyah nyah)
 

Sing, street. Sing!

By fearing freedom, you make a way without liberty
 
What makes us believe
That you have to lock your jaw
Silently kneeling
In front of those who scream louder,
Stronger than us?
 
What makes us say
Let's leave the keys of the future
To arrogant oracles
Waiting for them to do miracles for us
And our cries stay in our throats
In the country of Piaf and robins?
 
Sing, street. Sing
It's your voice, it belongs to you
Sing, go sing
The thoughts that haunt you
The ideas you want
Sing at the top of your lungs
In the face of the powerful
Do not be afraid to make them deaf
They have been for a long time
Since always
 
What makes us believe
That we must give up hope
And our drunkenness
In the country of July 14 and Jaurès?
Look at the crowd
which is swaying and dancing
Like a rolling torrent
Dead by silence
 
Making noise together is a huge strength
Our voices unite in one heart
In the land of Piaf, blackbirds
 
Sing, street. Sing
It's your voice, it belongs to you
Sing, go sing
The thoughts that haunt you
The ideas you want
Sing at the top of your lungs
In the face of the powerful
Do not be afraid to make them deaf
They have been for a long time
Since always, always
 
Sing against the crying, the abuse
Sing when in your life nothing sings anymore
Sing to stave off your pain
Our lungs all have the same color
 
By fearing freedom, you make a way without liberty
 
Sing, street. Sing!
It's your voice, it belongs to you
Sing, go sing
In the face of the powerful
Do not be afraid to make them deaf
They have been for a long time
Always
Sing, go sing
 
Freedom
Freedom, sing
You will have to be listened to
 

Singing is praying

This is not a mass,
Just my promise,
But as we pray, I sing in midair,
I dream, fly away with wings,
This is not an 'Amen',
Even less a baptism,
Not a Hallelujah, just an 'I love you.'
 
{Chorus:}
Singing is giving,
Singing is loving,
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.
 
In this church, you as master,
Only you, my paradise,
Kneelingly, I sing this letter,
With all of you, my friends,
It is not perjury,
No blasphemy, I swear,
No 'Ave Maria', just an 'I love you'.
 
{Chorus:}
Singing is giving,
Singing is loving,
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.
 
With neither a vault nor stained glass,
It is not a cathedral,
But of gold and velvet,
In my ideal theatre,
A cross sign and signs of love,
Me to you, from you to me always.
 
But above all, it is praying,
Singing without stopping,
Giving without counting,
Loving without wearying,
Praying for eternity.
 

Disenchanted

Swimming in the murky waters
of days to come,
waiting for the end there.
Floating in the too heavy air
of near-nothingness.
Whom should we reach out to?
 
If I shall come down to earth with a bang
let my fall be slow.
I only could find peace
in indifference.
And yet I'd like to recapture my innocence,
but nothing makes sense
and everything's wrong.
 
Everything is in chaos
in comparison.
All my ideals are but
damaged words...
Looking for a soul that
could help me.
I am from a
disenchanted generation.
Disenchanted.
 
Who could prevent me from
hearing1 everything?
As Reason crumbles down,
whose breast can we cling to?2
Who would claim they could
craddle us in their womb?
 
Death might be a mystery,
but life is anything but tender.
If heaven has a hell,
heaven can wait3
Tell me,
how can we manage in all these crosswinds?
Nothing makes sense anymore, everything is wrong.
 
Everything is in chaos
in comparison.
All my ideals are but damaged
words...
Looking for a soul that
could help me.
I am from a
disenchanted generation.
Disenchanted.
 
Everything is in chaos
in comparison.
All my ideals are but damaged
words...
Looking for a soul that
could help me.
I am from a
disenchanted generation.
Disenchanted.
 

• 1. Or maybe 'understanding'. That convoluted French doesn't make much sense anyway
• 2. That's a pun on '[ne plus savoir] à quel saint se vouer'(being at a loss for a Saint to protect you), meaning 'being desperate for help'
• 3. ??? Makes no sense to me

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I sing songs

Versions: #2
It is written, beneath my name, on the bottom of my passport:
'He lives of songs, has received thirty gold records.'
That I was born the day I sang
 
I sing songs to make people dream
I sing songs to make people smile
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you
 
And I learned by heart the two pages of my first fan
letter
And I kept it ten days, pinned
On the sky-blue paper, at my hotel
 
I sing songs to make people dream.
I sing songs to make people smile.
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you.
 
I nearly can do nothing with my hands.
Who am I in front of a mason or a carpenter?
 
But when it's just asked for some dream or sorrow,
I am here and I give what I have, like a man
And here is all my life...
I sing...
 
I sing songs to make people dream.
I sing songs to make people smile.
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you.(x2)
 

A wicked desire

She left with the speed of a fighter jet
Of an atomic bomb, that devastates, that levels
She roamed the world, passing through again and again
Contempt in her voice, cocaine as a sole trace
 
The fear of emptiness and solitude didn't cross her mind anymore
She drowned in opium, at the Bermuda triangle
As short-lived as the turquoise at the bottom of swimming pools
She developed a taste for mixing champagne and aspirin
 
Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night
Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress
Beautiful beautiful, evanescent
That of that of, of a wicked desire
 
Sleeping on a velvet and neon sofa
Softened by black lights, lemon coloured vertigo
They illuminate her photoshopped curves
No flaws, no anomalies, without a cloud, nothing but the sky
 
Finger on the trigger and engaging the lens
Fixing the ascending slope of her body to the horizontal*
Dazed by the floodlights and drunk lies
Blinded by fear and then the fantasies that are left to her
 
Like the pink ashes of a cigarette in the night
Like the vanilla smell of a flowery dress
Beautiful beautiful, evanescent
That of that of, of a wicked desire
 
Stone-faced, an ice-cube in the desert
Infallible beauty, celestial and unique
They're suffice for her to come real close to light
To burn there finally alive, embers then dust
 
She slashes her veins while watching the flowing blood
In the reflection of the Seine and its misty tricks
To plunge all in there, to forever drown
In forgetting the pipe dreams that lost her, that killed her
 
Stopping the bleeding and the thousands of questions
That enter in her end, a concrete cage
Nooks, trenches, the throbbing madness
To maybe finally stop this fucking wicked desire
 

Singing

Versions: #3
Singing
Singing to forget our pains,
To rock a child, singing,
To be able to say 'I love you'
And singing at every moment.
 
To beg the sky together
In one and only church,
Finding again the essential and doing
everything so that silence breaks.
 
Upon the barricades,
Bound hands and feet,
Covering the shoots,
Singing without stopping.
 
And uniting our voices
Around the wine that inebriates,
Singing for someone who's passing away,
Not to stop living.
 
For someone who's passing away
Not to stop living.
 
Singing
For the one who's born, loving him,
Teaching him only love,
Forming only a single round,
Singing again and always.
 
A new day is just born,
Being able to still be amazed about it,
despite everything, singing louder and louder.
What I only can do is singing.
 
And uniting our voices
Around the wine that inebriates,
Singing someone who's going
Not to stop living.
 
What I can do is only sing
For someone who's passing away
Not to stop living.
 
Singing,
To forget our pains,
To rock a child... singing,
To be able to say 'I love you'
And singing at every moment.
 
Upon the barricades,
Bound hands and feet,
Covering the shoots,
Singing without stopping.
 
And uniting our voices
Around the wine that inebriates,
Singing for someone who's passing away,
Not to stop living...
 
What I can do is only sing
For someone who's passing away
Not to stop living...
 

Singing about live

Versions: #2
Singing about life
night and day,
singing about love,
looking for a friend.
 
Even if the world
weeps as you wake up,
to those who walk in shadow,
talk to them about the sun.
 
(chorus: )
The land of angels
is not necessarily heavens.
The land of angels
if your heart is great, it is here.
Until oblivion
Singing about life.
 
Singing about life,
louder and louder.
In one's faults
seeing a challenge:
 
Open your window.
Above a dead tree,
a child is going to be born,
He realy is the strongest.
 
(chorus)
 
(repeat from start)
 

Whenever you sing

Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
You do not know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
 
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
 
At the moment of awakening
For the sake of trite pleasures
For the sake of trite pleasures
For the rain, the sun
And [to do] the impossible
And [to do] the impossible
Some mornings are
More melancholic [than others]
More melancholic [than others]
You haven't much done for the Republic
Let the music play
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Even if things aren't well
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
 
A day for eternal love
For the tour of the world
For the tour of the world
A day for the girls
Who are beautiful and the long route
And the long route
A day when the time that passes
For a day of celebration
For a day of celebration
To sing surprising in the head
You do not need to be a real poet
 
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
I don't know why
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing
Whenever you sing all's well
 
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
Whenever you sing all's well
 

She's going to sing

Listen to her, she's going to sing
That small girl in her black dress
She will sing her great loves
Always love
Her stories are so sad
 
She will sing her great moments of joy
Her terrible misfortunes
And her sudden fits of sadness
She's going to sing her great blue skies
She's wonderful
It's the unending story
 
Last time I saw her
Man, I don't how to tell you
I was so moved,
Tears came to my eyes
 
Of course this will never happen to you
I know that for you
It's a little weird
When you come and hear somebody sing
No, no, no reason why
No reason to pass out
 
But, but what's happenning to you, man?
Hey! You too. Well, this is so unusual!
No, I couldn't have guessed
She could also hurt you
 
Listen, she is back, she starts singing ...
La, la, la. La, la, la
Come on, let go
La, la, la. La, la, la
 
Yes, when she starts singing
It's all of Paris she drives to sing
And when she starts crying
It's all of Paname she drives to cry
 
Did you see that, she sang
La, la, la. La, la, la
And ther's nothing left to say
La, la, la. La, la, la
 
She sang, it's wonderful
(My love, my love, my love)
It may well be, if God wills it
(My love, it will last for ever)
 
You see it does you good to cry
La, la, la. La, la, la
It's wonderful, she sang,
La, la, la. La, la, la
(My love, my love, my love)
La, la, la. La, la, la
(My love, it will last for ever)
 

To a dead singer. A tribute to Edith Piaf

You had a bird's name1 and you sang like a flock of them,
like a huge cloud of birds that would have torn their throat bloody
screaming all sorts of things, even plain rubbish,
with such a gusto! You were a genius idiot.
You were a genius idiot.
 
You had a bird's name and the voice of Attila.
You where heard here and listened to from distant lands.
You were all together the 'little black beds ball'2,
a street Wagner, a sidewalk Bayreuth,
a sidewalk Bayreuth.
 
And there was a kind of blessing in your hands,
and you used it quite well to bless all these idiots,
these nice, emotional idiots that are called people
and, as they become an audience, they become smart as well.
Become smart as well.
 
It's not always the case, of course, even in Paris.
Shitty authors have to earn a living too.
You did manage to avoid these.
You could have sung tabloid headlines3 like a piece of Apollinaire.
like a piece of Apollinaire.
 
They couldn't replace you, though they tried hard.
Money can't come to terms with your shadow
under the miracle headlights and the arc lamps,
whatever Mr. might think, say or do.
Whatever Mr. Stark might do.
 
STOP!
STOP THE MUSIC!4
 

• 1. 'piaf' is slang for 'sparrow'
• 2. no idea what that refers to. Ferré could use pretty obscure references at times. Maybe some popular ball of the era fallen into oblivion?
• 3. 'France Soir' is an old and rather cheap newspaper
• 4. from of hers

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Lakota lullaby

Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you,
I am speaking to you,
I am speaking to you.
 
Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you,
To you I am saying it
 
Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
Ah I say, I say to you
I am speaking to you...
 
Ah I say, I say to you
To you I am saying it
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you
 
My kind-hearted boy go to sleep
Tomorrow will be nice
I am speaking to you,
I am speaking to you,
I am speaking to you.
 

When I'm Not Singing

Versions: #2
When I'm not singing,
I'm like you.
That's how I am.
When I'm not singing,
I'm like you.
That's how I am.
A wife, a mother,
A woman that has to know how to do it all.
 
When I'm not singing,
My life is grounded.
Even if Heaven laughs at me,
To sing is all I know how to do.
 
I was walking in the street,
Sitting on terraces,
Encountering strangers,
Making a place for them.
I listened to their stories,
They knew mine.
At a simple glance,
Our lives are all the same.
 
When school lets out,
Our children rush out.
But all their words fly way,
And their laughter sounds muffled,
When the echo of the silence,
Is your only ally.
It's the enemy who dances,
While you cry.
 
When I'm not singing,
I'm like you.
That's how I am.
A wife, a mother,
A woman that has to know how to do it all.
 
When I'm not singing,
My life is grounded.
Even if Heaven laughs at me,
To sing is all I know how to do.
 
To sing.
In full voice.
To sing.
 
When one is made for that,
To deliver their soul and nothing else,
You have to keep the faith,
Our hearts against one another.
 
To find in this life,
All our little joys.
But is that enough,
To make the hours pass?
 
When I'm not singing,
I'm like you.
That's how I am.
A wife, a mother,
A woman that has to know how to do it all.
 
When I'm not singing,
My life is grounded.
Even if Heaven laughs at me,
To sing is all I know how to do.
 
When I'm not singing,
I'm like you.
That's how I am.
A teacher, a friend,
A woman of a thousand and one lives.
 
When I'm not singing,
Of course,
The Sun rises anyway.
Sometimes it's really no more than that.
Often I'm no longer myself.
 
I'm no longer myself,
I'm no longer myself,
I'm no longer me.
 
When I'm not singing,
I whisper ancient prayers,
Which lead me straight,
To the only thing I know how to do.
 
To sing in full voice.
To sing in full voice.
 
(When I'm not singing, I'm like you),
(When I'm not singing, I'm like you),
(When I'm not singing, I'm like you),
(When I'm not singing, I'm like you).
 

When i was a singer

I have my rheumatism
Which is becoming annoying
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I spend my time on a reclining chair
And I have a baby-sitter
I use to drag my leg less
When I was a singer
 
I had white boots
A huge belt
An open shirt
On a medal
It was my smile
That was my biggest asset
I use to have so much fun
When I was a singer
 
One night at Saint-Georges
I was at a fair
My wife was waiting
Hidden in the Mercedes
My car was thrown in to the Indre river
By my fan club
I had such a crazy life
When I was a singer.
 
The police
Use to recognise me
Speeding tickets
I never paid them
All my issues
Would get quickly resolved
All my faults were overlooked
When I was a singer
 
My poor Cecile
I am 73 years old
I heard that Mick jagger
Died recently
I said my last goodbyes to Sylvie Vartan
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But I still hear things that I like
And that distracts me
 
For me, it’s been over for a long time
I don’t understand much these days
But i still hear things that I like
And that distracts me......