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Bleed

Bleed, my posthumous illusions
From my veins, flows so much bitterness
When love slips away
From my haemophilic heart
Remains the weight of an anvil
 
Bleed, my body on the concrete
My misfortune, the inside of my suits,
On the razors edge,
Imaginary love
The desire to live falls away
The desire to live falls away
 
You must really, though
Pretend that nothing’s wrong
 
When the lights flare up again
When the lights flare up again
 
Bleed, the earth which takes me for a walk
What I love, I take it with me
In my phrases one by one
My misfortune
This is how my life resumes
This is how my life resumes
 
You must really, though
Pretend that nothing’s wrong
 
When the lights flare up again
When the lights flare up again
 
The desire to live falls away
The desire to live
The desire to live
The desire to live falls away
Bleed
 

The Knife Thrower

He has nothing on his back
And that’s good
She watches his hands
And that’s good
It’s a Native American
At least she, in her red boot,
She has to move,
He really must be
Completely crazy
To throw them like that
Like that x3 the knives
 
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
Always the knives
 
You touch her heart
That’s when she dies
If she sneezes,
She’s completely open.
As he no longer attaches her,
She feels lost,
Then the eyes blindfolded, don’t mess with them
He really must be
Completely crazy
To throw them like that
Like that x3 the knives
 
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
 
To others, she would have hidden her wounds
He white skin, him the paint,
To others, it would have hurt
Another would have been hurt
But yes, yes she’s his lucky star
 
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
 
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
Always the knives
 

Thanks

I saw you leave me with my own eyes,
For other places, other skies,
We're speaking of marvelous places.
Marvelous
 
But no one has yet come back,
To tell us if it's real or not.
You could have told me 'goodbye',
Held my hand a little while longer,
Even if up there we are better,
We are better,
But still no one has come back,
From behind the scenes.
 
Thanks,
My love.... see you soon.....
My love
 
I saw you go happy on your ways,
On a journey towards the sky,
Which never happens together,
Never together,
But no one has yet come back,
To tell us that you're waiting for us up there.
 
Thanks,
My love.... see you soon.....
My love
 
If we needed just one word,
Which was like a last gift,
Before closing the curtains,
My love.....my love.......my love...... my love
See you soon
 
Thanks
My love.....my love.......see you soon.....
Thanks
 

One Day

One day, it's your sun which rises,
Millions of souls in difficulty.
24 hours we watch it go by,
You can't stop it in it's tracks.
In fact it's as simple as hello.
And its so short, a day.
We can easily stay in bed,
Not seeing the day go by.
Not every day is a remarkable day.
 
We still dream of evolution.
And it's the revolution.
Just like that, the blood makes it's cycle.
One day, one cycle, one day.
 
A day of strike, another day.
When a day which isn't like others.
A day to mark with a cross.
We think we no longer like it.
And then another day we see,
That we liked it more than we thought.
 
We still dream of evolution.
And it's the revolution.
Just like that, the blood makes it's cycle.
One day, one cycle, one day.
 
For every day is worth it's pain.
You mustn't show it in front of everyone.
It must push you and not slow you down.
One day, one day
 
We still dream of evolution.
And it's the revolution.
Just like that, the blood makes it's cycle.
One day, one cycle, one day.
 
You're not happy, go outside.
We say that, I'll say one day.
Because I'm waiting, still waiting.
That day, I'm waiting, that day.
 
That day will be a great day.
You can't stop evolution
You can't stop the revolution
You can't stop evolution, oh
You can't stop the revolution, oh
You can't stop x4
A revolution
Stop
You can't stop the revolution
 

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.
 

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
 

Killer

So many days, so many months gone by
Erased and classified, the ills and moments
Of exceeded pleasures
In the crosshairs of my desires
Your stomach1 emerges
Enough of similies, you chose me to target
Killer
If I follow you
Don't think it's a game
But if you kill me just so often
But, the knife in the wood too often
I'd prefer that you kill me
For good now
I won't last very long
Because you kill me so much
I'm breathless
I'm hit hard
You persist...
 

• 1. 'stomach' as in the belly, not the organ.

no need for regrets

nature has chosen
its lost angels
and our ways, so different,
of seeing the streets
our ways,
so different,
of crossing them
and this other way to exist
 
repetition
you've told me a hundred times
you don't believe
just what you see
day or night,
it's the same for me
i live you without seeing you
 
chorus
i've got no need for regrets
and even less
to be alone to be free
i've got no need for regrets
when you still give me
the strength to live
i've got no need for regrets
because light doesn't brighten
all paths
but more than your eyes
in mine
to believe in your love
i just...
just need
 
nature has chosen
its angels from here
and our ways, so different,
of seeing life
and our ways,
so different,
to get through it
so many other
ways to exist
 
repetition
 
chorus
 

no one

i'd lost the habit
the keys to solitude
i'd lost the bitter
and the arid deserts
even the warmth of sweatshirts
i had lost hell
in paradise
 
i'd forgotten the refrains
that call us back to order
and your goddamned disorder
that disorder, essential
but so confidential
existence and roses fade
even on a monday
in paradise
 
chorus x2
no one
replaces you
no, no one
replaces you
 
it's a hell to live
but how do i live with
my senseless desires
because your wardrobe is empty
my dreams eat me up
and my sheets are glacial
every night
 
now you have no taste for anything
yet such a need for everything
that could replace
an indelible being
in vain you look for a copy
you'd do anything
to see the day again
every night
 
chorus
 

where and with whom do you love me

Versions: #2
it resembles
a story of A
where no one
says what letter they have
it resembles
the weather it'll be
but no one
knows how much time it'll take1
 
chorus
and i ask myself
where and with whom do you love me
we could be mistaken
tell me where and with whom you love me
does it resemble
love, tell me
if i accept... x4
tell me
 
it resembles
a story of...
but nobody
says they want to
it resembles
but it's more than that
where you go
the story doesn't say
 
chorus
 
who other than me
could hurt you badly, so badly
who else could
hurt you badly
as badly as me
 
chorus
 

• 1. play on words as 'temps' can mean both weather and time

it takes time

Versions: #2
give me news about us
you see nothing, can't stay upright
give me the rules of the game
what are we playing, the two of us?
 
i spend my days looking for you
you're still looking to avoid me
i speak, but i speak to no one
tell me where we are
 
we settle for less
it's not the best we've done
 
chorus
it takes time
but are our hearts big enough
what are we waiting for
to change everything
i want news about us
 
we cling to the best deep down
we hold on to the good that's left
photos and old songs
but it's not like before
 
you, you know what's left of us
who could call that love
strangers, it's what we become
say, do you insist
 
our lures, our differences
i wasn't asking you for that much
 
chorus
 
it takes time
a little hope
to change the story
what are we waiting for
even if it takes time
i want news about us
 
what do we become
can we do nothing
can we taste it
what's keeping us
what's good
i want news about us
 

Of a Hail Mary

When all passions come to be extinguished too soon
and of one song, we remember just one word,
if I don't know where I'm going, I know, what I'll leave
when all loves come to be short of time
and everywhere we run without looking where we're going
despite what we want to keep, nevertheless we must part
 
Chorus
All the Hail Marys
come soon enough.
This Hail Mary
will be my present.
All the Hail Marys
come sooner or later,
this Hail Mary will sound my going away.
 
When I've finished thinking of tomorrow
and I've taken everything or postponed for too long
I won't keep any regret about what I've done or not done
even if sense comes to an end in good time
there's no bill that one must pay before
you let me choose the choice and the manner of my end.
 
Chorus
All the Hail Marys
come soon enough.
This Hail Mary
will be my present.
All the Hail Marys
come sooner or later,
this Hail Mary will sound my going away.
 
When all passions come to be extinguished too soon
and of one song, we remember just one word,
if I don't know where I'm going, I know, what I'll leave,
what I'll leave.
 
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