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I'd like to tell you

I'd like to tell you once again
our dreams of youth
with no sadness, no return
with a trusting heart, you and me.
 
I'd like to tell you, after so many years
we’re always young, no matter the age.
Our future, our baths
are not the same, but what can you do?
 
We’re still at school, in the mountain air
We’re always been here, been here.
 
I'd like to tell you, my dear partner,
we have heard many wailings.
Life is not a piece of cake,
you can’t only live on pleasures.
 
We’re still at school, in the mountain air
We’re always been here, been here.
 
I'd like to tell you, our life
hasn’t been rich, it isn’t rich
but our souls have always been clean
also, we lived it fully.
 
We’re still at school, in the mountain air
We’re always been here, been here.
 
I'd like to tell you once again
the dreams of youth.
 

I'm going to nail you down

I squeeze you too much,
I put you to use too much.
I serve you too much
I step on you too much.
 
(How is it possible that
my pleasures upset you?)
 
I listen to you too much,
I suffocate you too much,
I affect you too much,
I feel you too much.
 
I'd like to mug you,
I'm going to nail you down
I'm going to hurt you a little more.
 
I squeeze you too much,
I put you to use too much.
I suffocate you too much.
 
(How is it possible that
my pleasures upset you?)
 
I serve you too much
I step on you too much.
I squee... I squeeze you too much.
 
I'd like to mug you,
I'm going to nail you down
I'm going to hurt you a little more.
 
I'd like to mug you,
I'm going to nail you down
I'm going to hurt you a little more.
 
I squeeze you too much,
I put you to use too much.
I suffocate you too much.
 
(How is it possible that
my pleasures upset you?)
 
I defoam you too much,
I suffocate you too much.
I squee... I squeeze you too much.
 
I'd like to mug you,
I'm going to nail you down
I'm going to hurt you a little more.
 

The Wind Rushes In

I hope you're happy right where you are
We used to be able to talk about the things that are hard
And I miss the way you kissed my tears
I used to hold you tight, now it is over
 
There's a hundred steps from my apartment door, mhm
Straight across the street to where you are
And my mum says, the hardest part will pass
I need you right here, so where ever you sleep
 
If you find your way back home
The door to my apartment is ajar
Cause who am I when you are not with me?
And the wind rushes in
There's cold in my bed, yeah
(Hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Cause who am I when you are not with me?
And the wind rushes in
Is love really blind?
 
I think I saw you in the street yesterday
On Åboulevarden1, wind in your hair
And I smiled nervously, but you cycled on
My heart feels half, I see you everywhere
 
If you find your way back home
The door to my apartment is ajar
Cause who am I when you are not with me?
And the wind rushes in
There's cold in my bed, yeah
(Hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Oh, ooh, oh, oh (ooh, ooh)
 
So if you find your way back home
The door to my apartment is ajar
Cause who am I when you are not with me?
And the wind rushes in
There's cold in my bed
(Hoo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Cause who am I when you are not with me?
And the wind rushes in?
Is love blind, yeah
 

• 1. Street in Copenhagen, the capital city of Denmark

Venus

Oh Venus, oh Venus
 
Venus, my friend, star in the night, I beg you
Send me the love I've been dreaming of, it is time to come help me
Look on my bed, there has always only been one pillow
And, in the sad bedroom where I am bored
I would like to share it
 
Look, I have left my door open
And my life is offered to whoever will want it
 
Who will want me?
To make a necklace out of my arms
And bring her at night tell you 'goodnight'
'Goodnight', and also 'thank you'
 
Venus, my friend, star in the night, I beg you
Send me the love I've been dreaming of, it is time to come help me,
Place, in her eyes, what my eyes have dreamed of finding
The deep azur of the skies' infinite
And the gentleness of May
 
Then, from the depths of my own being, when I see her appear
I will recognize her
 
And, from the sky, at the hour when you will take the sun's place
We will both go tell you 'goodnight'
'Goodnight', and also 'thank you'
Oh Venus, oh Venus, goodnight and thank you
 

Up in the Mountain Range

What do you know about the mountain range
if you were born so far away?
You have to know the stone
that crowns the blizzard place1
you have to walk quietly through
the shortcuts of silence
and cross the shores
of the lakes in the top of the peaks
my father walked his life
among stones and hills.
 
The white widow on his rump
the curse of the muleteer
led my old man that night
to steal other people's livestock
next to the Atacalpo lake
at the entrance of winter
they asked him with blows
and he answered with silence
the mountain guards
nailed his cross to where the wind was blowing.
 
Los Angeles, Santa Fe
were names to hell
to my house came
the law looking for the cattle thief
my mother hid her face
when he didn't return from the hill
and up in the mountain range
the night was entering his bones
he who was so man and alone
carried death in his herding.
 
We crossed today
with a good herd
up in the mountain range
not even the wind saw us pass
with so much pride he would love me
if now he was able to know.
 
But only the wind knows
where my old man slept
with his poor man's sorrow
and two bullets in his chest.
 

• 1. the top of the mountain

Оставићу ти речи

Оставићу ти речи
Испод твојих врата
Испод певајућег месеца
Близу места где ти стопала пролазе
А кад неко време будеш сама
 
Пољуби ме
Кад год пожелиш
 
Пољуби ме
Кад год пожелиш
 
Пољуби ме
Кад год пожелиш
 

Micaela/Martiniana

I've already told you, Quéla1 -
repeatedly, that I don't have a thing2.
You want to go out on Good Shepherd Sunday3 , Quéla
but we don't even have six cents4 for bread.
 
St. Domingo of Chihuitán5, you who sees all,
last year's harvest did not yield.
This year we will pray for the harvest, Quéla
so we may have plenty ears of corn.
 
Please don't cry, have pity on me,
there isn't a single tlaco6 in the drawer.
What is it that you want me to do?
I won't pierce a thorn where there is no blood.
 
Girl, where I die
don't cry over my grave,
sing me a lovely song, oh darling!
sing me 'La Sandunga'.
 
Light of the morrning,
the greatest of all songs,
sing me 'La Martiniana', oh darling!
so it may bring joy to the hearts of all.
 
Don't cry for me, no, don't cry for me, no
because if you cry I will grieve,
but if you should sing for me instead
then I will live forever, I will never die.
 
But if you should sing for me instead
then I will live forever, I will never die.
 

• 1. Another form of the name 'Micaela'.
• 2. I don't have any money
• 3. The fourth Sunday of Easter is called the 'Good Shepherd Sunday' (traditionally falls on the third Sunday of Easter) the day to which many Christian denominations assigned the reading after the liturgical reforms of the 1970s.
• 4. A 'mediu' ('medio') is a Mexican real, a form of currency that was used up until the late 1800s before being replaced by today's Mexican currency - the peso.
• 5. The patron saint of Chihuitán, Oaxaca, Mexico.
• 6. Another form of currency used until the late 1800s. In the 17th century, the tlaco emerged, a term that comes from the Nahuatl word which means 'half'. The tlaco was 1/4 a real, the lowest denomination coin minted in New Spain.

Heart on a Tea Tray

I don't know, that night what I saw in your eyes
I thought it was sparkle of sunshine, but no
It was the light of a streetlight.
 
I thought your lips tasted like strawberry
But they were just residues of the imperial dessert
That you ate at my table.
 
Why will I be so inclined to fall in love, why?
I look at you and I live in paradise and then
I end up crying on the floor.
And again, umpteenth time and one more I was wrong
I gave you my heart on a tea tray
and you are not for me.
Oh no no, you are not for me.
 
I don't know, what was the charm of your perfume
I thought you were perspiring the aroma of carnation
But it's the Calvin Klein's One
 
I thought love was finally knocking on my door
But it was just the noise of the wind because
I had left it ajar
 
I sleep little, dream a lot
The hope returns
Everything repeats itself in this story with no reason.
 

Svejedno cu ti reci

Mogli smo sve to da kazemo
drugde nego u kaficu tu dole,
Da ces mozda otici
I da se mozda neces ni vratiti
Ali u svakom slucaju, ono sto je sigurno,
je da smo se mogli smejati tome.
 
Dakle rastacemo se ovako,
Kao budale ispred kafica tu dole,
Kao u B-filmu,
Oboje smo losi.
Toliko puta smo se rugali
Ljudima koji su to radili.
 
Ali ne nalazim refren za nasu pricu.
Sve reci koje mi padaju na pamet su smesne.
Znam dobro da sam to pricao previse cesto,
ali svejedno cu ti reci... volim te.
 
Zeleo bih ipak da ti kazem hvala
za sve ruzne reci sto nismo rekli jedno drugom.
Nekima je vec smesno.
Nije me briga, nisu mi se ni svidjali.
Izgledali smo bas dobro.
Neki to ne mogu da podnesu.
 
Ali ne nalazim refren za nasu pricu.
Sve reci koje mi padaju na pamet su smesne.
Znam dobro da sam to pricao previse cesto,
ali svejedno cu ti reci... volim te.
 
Znam dobro da sam to pricao previse cesto,
ali svejedno cu ti reci... volim te.
 
...volim te.
 

Taj moj covek

Igra se mojim srcem
Vara mojim zivotom
Govori lazi
A ja verujem u sve sto kaze
Pesme koje mi peva
Snove koje ima za nas dvoje
Oni su kao mint bonbone
dobre su kad naidje oluja
Pricam sebi price
slusajuci njegov glas
Nisu istinite te price
Ali ja verujem u njih.
 
Taj moj covek
prica mi o avanturama
I kad mu one sijaju u ocima
Mogu provesti tu celu noc
On prica o ljubavi
kao sto prica o automobilima
A ja, ja sam tamo gde on hoce
Toliko verujem u sve sto mi kaze
Toliko verujem u sve sto mi kaze
O da
Taj moj covek
 
Nacin na koji je moj
Bez da ikada kaze volim te
To je samo gluma
Ali je meni svejedno
Ovaj crno-beli film
pokazao mi je sto puta
To su Gaben i Morgan
Na kraju lici na sve to
Pricam sebi price
spanska sela
Nisu istinite te price
Ali ja verujem u njih.
 
Taj moj covek
prica mi o avanturama
I kad mu one sijaju u ocima
Mogu provesti tu celu noc
On prica o ljubavi
kao sto prica o automobilima
A ja, ja sam tamo gde on hoce
Toliko verujem u sve sto mi kaze
Toliko verujem u sve sto mi kaze
O da
Taj moj covek
 

Life

Van Geloven1, repeat offender
Heaulme2, repeat offender
Fourniret3, repeat offender
Dutroux4, repeat offender
 
They tell me: it won't be the same anymore
After being locked up for 20 years5
We're men all the same
We have to give him hope
 
They tell me that he'll pay
That he'll come out cured
For me, perpetuity6
is for life
 
They tell me that he's sick
That it was a moment of madness
What is this mockery?
What is this vileness?
 
I don't want capital punishment
And I don't want a suspended sentence
20 years, and then what?
It'll be life for me
 
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I don't want to see it outside
I want life7 and that's final
So it won't ever bite again
 
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I know it's not human
I want life and that's final
My daughter won't come out of hers8
 
And all these smooth-talkers
Who steal my sorrow9
Who show off their big heart
Say, what are you doing with mine?
 
And all these moralists
Who talk about compassion
I'm the first on the list
I'm not a fool10
 
You can explain it all to me
He stole my life
He didn't even cry
I weep every night
 
I wish I had the strength
Of the brave people who forgive
I know it's terrible
But I don't forgive anyone
 
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I don't want to see it outside
I want life and that's final
So it won't ever bite again
 
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I know it's not human
I want life and that's final
To the end
 
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I don't want the beast to come out of its hole
I don't want
 

• 1. Christian Van Geloven (April 18, 1945 - August 6, 2011) was a Dutch kidnapper, rapist and double murderer, responsible for the murders of two young French girls on October 19, 1991 in Elne, Pyrénées-Orientales. For his crimes, he was sentenced to life imprisonment with 30 years of preventive detention on March 25, 1994 for the two killings, which he served until his cancer-related death in prison.
• 2. Francis Heaulme (born February 25, 1959 at Metz) is a French serial killer dubbed the 'Criminal Backpacker' ('Routard du crime').
• 3. Michel Paul Fourniret (4 April 1942 – 10 May 2021)[2] was a French serial killer who confessed to killing twelve people in France and Belgium between 1987 and 2003.
• 4. Marc Paul Alain Dutroux is a Belgian convicted serial killer, rapist, and child molester. Dutroux was convicted in 1989 for the abduction and rape of five young girls, with his then-wife Michelle Martin and other accomplices. He was released on parole after three years in prison
• 5. 'placard' is another term for prison
• 6. condamné à perpétuité = sentenced to life imprisonment
• 7. as in life in prison for the perpetrators
• 8. won't come out of her hole, I'm assuming it means she's dead/was possibly killed by the perpetrator
• 9. I'm not sure what this is supposed to mean/reference
• 10. literally 'the last of the idiots'

Melancholy

I wake up in the morning
A coffee in my hand
And it's grey outside
I read the news
It annoys me
Always the end of the world
 
I'm going back to my bed
No need to fake a smile
Under the sound of rain
But I'm okay
When I hide
Under the melancholy
 
No waiting
Easily happy
 
No need to get drunk with your poetry
No need to be sad to be calm and well under the silence
Loneliness
It's a hug very long and very good
 
I hear people outside
Shit, the world is too pissed off for me
Even worse, my walls are shaking because my neighboors are fucking
I hope I don't have a parking ticket
 
But I'm very good
Under this melancholy
 
There is something singing
Perfect like you are
But me
I'm like at the end of the world
 

Sleep

God sleeps
And his children start a fire
Which they cannot extinguish
And he will never be able to awaken
 
Every tragedy divides
Before our very eyes
Those things which ought to be loved
 
And through this endless night
In despair
He can see the dawn
Which will awake him the next morning
 

Рођен да би био жив

Рођени смо да бисмо били живи
Рођени смо да бисмо били живи
 
Рођен, рођен да будем жив
(Зар нећеш бити жив)
Видиш да си рођен
Рођен, рођен
(Рођен да би био жив)
 
Људи ме питају зашто
Никад не налазим место где бих се зауставио
И смирите се, доле, доле
Али никада нисам желео све те ствари
Људи треба да оправдају
Њихови животи, животи, животи
 
Видиш да јеси
Рођен, рођен,
рођен да би био жив
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да јеси
Рођен, рођен, рођен
(Рођен да би био жив)
Добро је бити жив
Да будем жив
Да будем жив
 
Добро је бити жив
Да будем жив
Да будем жив
 
Добро је бити жив
 
Време је било на мојој страни
Кад сам трчао улицом
Било је тако фино, фино, фино
Кофер и стара гитара
И нешто ново за заузеће
Мој ум, ум, ум
 
Видиш да си рођен, рођен
Рођен да би био жив
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен, рођен
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен
Рођен да би био жив
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен, рођен
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен
Рођен да би био жив
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен,
рођен
(Бити жив)
Рођен, рођен да будем жив
(Рођен да би био жив)
Видиш да си рођен, рођен, рођен
(Рођен да би био жив)
Рођен, рођен да будем жив
 

My lover from Saint Jean

I don't know why she came to dance
At Saint Jean's ball
But when this guy took a kiss from her,
She shivered, was besotted by him.
 
How not to lose your mind
When you're hugged by daring arms?
'Cause we all believe in sweet love words
When it's said with the eyes…
She, who loved him so much,
She felt like he was the most handsome man of Saint Jean,
She was kind of drunk
From his kisses —without even noticing.
 
Without thinking twice, she gave him
The best of her.
He was such a smooth-talker, and each time he lied
She knew it, but she loved him.
 
How not to lose your mind
When you're hugged by daring arms?
'Cause we all believe in sweet love words
When it's said with the eyes…
She, who loved him so much,
She felt like he was the most handsome man of Saint Jean,
She was kind of drunk
From his kisses —without even noticing.
 
Alas! At Saint Jean like everywhere else,
A promise is only a ploy,
She was a fool to believe in her happiness
And to think she could keep his heart.
 
How not to lose your mind
When you're hugged by daring arms?
'Cause we all believe in sweet love words
When it's said with eyes…
She, who loved him so much,
She felt like he was the most handsome man of Saint Jean,
She was kind of drunk
Of his kisses —without even noticing.
 
She, who loved him so much,
She felt like he was the most handsome man of Saint Jean…
 
He doesn't love her anymore
It's past now,
Let's not talk about it.
He doesn't love her anymore
It's past now,
Let's not talk about it.
 

Lost Understanding

It's to go step by step without saying a word,
like the way a house loses its colour,
the way a cloud is torn apart.
A thread that breaks between two hearts.
 
It's to say an excuse on the phone.
A stone stuck on the windscreen.
And even if it's not for anyone,
it's a goodbye in disguise.
 
The habit of no longer pleasuring you.
The anguish of finding our nights again.
Some jeans worn out like hell.
A beard as a gesture of disdain.
 
And if one day we neglect each other,
I beg you to let each other go.
Imitating others is monotonous.
 
And it was this way... that we lost understanding.
And it was this way... that my indifference was born,
quite close to you, a long time ago.
 
The care of emptying her mobile phone
to avoid the truth
and become insufferable
to reassure her own peace of mind.
 
The door slamming like an insult.
A skirt that rustles like a bomb.
To believe that love is nothing but a fight
and that life can be used as a tomb.
 
To mercilessly mask her face
so as not to say that we stumbled.
That we got sick inside a cage
where love slaughtered us.
 
And if one day we poison each other,
I beg you to let each other go.
Imitating others is monotonous.
 
And it was this way... that we lost understanding.
And it was this way... that my indifference was born.
 
It's to go step by step with no pain.
The crime of finding our nights again.
A door slamming between two hearts.
A goodbye as a gesture of disdain.
 
And if one day we forgive each other
because being alone is useless.
Imitating others is monotonous.
 
And it was this way... that we lost understanding.
And it was this way... that my indifference was born.
 
And it was this way... that we lost understanding.
And it was this way... that we lost understanding.
 

Remember (you) Minette

I came again
This evening at the big place
Where I have met you
I have searched the place
Where we danced
The ice-cream man
And the marry-go-rounds
You gave me cotton candy (/candy floss)
I have won flowers made of paper
 
Remember (you) Minette
This was a day of festivity
If you do not (don't) understand me
Answer me
Remember (you) Minette
I have laid down my head
On your long golden hair
I took you by the hand
Then we climbed on rocks
We looked at each other
And then I have kissed you tender/ lovingly
 
Remember (you) Minette
This was a day of festivity
If you don't understand me
Answer me
Remember (you) Minette
I have laid down my head
On your long golden hair
I took you by the hand
Then we walked through the gardens
We made love in the gardens
You told me twice 'see you tomorrow'
 
I had to go again to the four corners of the world
Without being able to tell (you) that I love you
If you had come the next morning
At the place where we met
You would have given me cotton candy
I would have won flowers made of paper
 
Remember (you) Minette
This was a day of festivity
If you don't understand me
Answer me
Remember (you) Minette
I have laid down my head
On your long golden hair
I took you by the hand
Then we climbed on rocks
We looked at each other
And then I have kissed you tender/ lovingly
 
Remember (you) Minette
This was a day of festivity
If you do not understand me
Answer me
Remember (you) Minette
I have laid down my head
On your long golden hair
I took you by the hand
Then we walked through the gardens
We made love in the gardens
You told me twice 'see you tomorrow'
 
Remember (you) Minette
This was a day of festivity
If you don't understand me
Answer me
Remember (you) Minette
I have laid down my head
On your long golden hair
 

Nezaboravci

Šaljem ti nezaboravke*
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
To su bila vremena koja smo imali
Deleći radost za koju smo mislili da će trajati
Sećanja na ljubav i naklonost
Nikada zapravo nije bilo baš kao san
Da li su to bile male stvari
Koje su me učinile tako ludom za tobom
Da li je to bio tvoj šarm ili tvoja strast
Nije neško poverovati
Volim te i potreban si mi
Pa ja
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
Da li smo prerano odustali
Možda nam je bilo potrebno samo malo prostora
Pitajući se kako se sve to desilo
Možda nam je bilo potrebno samo malo vremena
Iako smo završili kao prijatelji
Kojima je pružena šansa da ponovo mogu da vole
Ona će uvek da te voli zauvek
Nije teško poverovati
Želim te i potreban si mi
Pa
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Da ti pomognu da se setiš
Dušo, molim te ne zaboravi me
Želim da se sećaš
 
Šaljem ti nezaboravke
Dušo, molim te ne opraštaj mi
 
Dobra vremena koja smo imali
Nisu bila tako loša
Kakav smo život delili
Lepa bebo, još uvek mi je stalo
 

This man of mine

Versions: #1
He plays with my heart,
He cheats about my life,
He tells so much lies
But I believe in each one.
Those songs he sings to me,
Those dreams he daydreams for us both
Are like mint candies :
They're good when the storm comes.1
And I delude myself
While listening to his voice —
Those stories aren't real,
But still I believe in them.
 
This man of mine,
He tells me about adventures
And when they're shining in his eyes
I could get lost in those all night long.
He talks about love
Like he talks about cars,
And I follow him everywhere he wants to
Because I'm so fond of his words

My Coalmonger

Mother, my coalmonger didn't come last night
And I was waiting for him until two o'clock.
 
Look mother, my coalmonger
Doesn't worry about money
Coal, sugarcane coal, coal
Coalmonger, coalmonger, I love him
 
Mother my coalmonger has a puppy
Full of jingle bells all the way to his little tail
 
Look mother, my coalmonger
Doesn't worry about money
Coal, sugarcane coal, coal
Coalmonger, coalmonger, I love him
 
Mother my coalmonger has an orchard
Full of cauliflor up to the door
 
Look mother, my coalmonger
Doesn't worry about money
Coal, sugarcane coal, coal
Coalmonger, coalmonger, I love him
 
Mother, my coalmonger didn't come yesterday
And I was waiting for him until three o'clock
 
Look mother, my coalmonger
Doesn't worry about money
Coal, sugarcane coal, coal
Coalmonger, coalmonger, I love him
 
Coalmonger, I love him.
 

The daisy and the cornflower

I am going to tell you the story
Of a little cornflower's great love
And of a gentle daisy
As flirtatious and pretty as possible.
 
She was tucking in her collar
When he ogled her,
She blushed like a little girl
When he said to her 'My love'
 
Oh my little daisy
I will love you forever and ever.
She whispered back:
'I will love you forever and ever'.
~ ~
But all that love didn't last
A kid who was walking by
Plucked the beauty out of the cornflower
For the little flower who was following him.
 
She tore off the petals
Then tossed her aside without her clothes
And the little daisy
Died of shame, oh what a life!
 
The little cornflower cried next to her
While letting himself die of love
His last words were just for her
'I will love you forever and ever
I will love you forever and ever
I will love you forever and ever'.
 

Defendant, please rise!

Defendant, please rise!
In a while my judges will
Read my punishment aloud,
But now I don't care anymore.
 
Defendant, please rise!
I hear, from an ever increasing distance
Words that modify my destiny
But these don't affect me.
 
Those strangers dressed in black
I still seem to hear them
No, none of them could understand
How one could kill for love
 
Very soon those strangers will
Play my life heads or tails.
Whatever they may say or do
I shall not add a single word.
 
Defendant, please rise!
And slowly I sit up
Lonely in the midst of these people
Who are more impatient than myself
To know whether my life is at stake
Or else if
My fate will be different
If I'm forced to live anew.
 
Those strangers dressed in black
I still seem to hear them
No, none of them could understand
How one could kill for love
 
From now on nothing matters
In this world without my love,
And only remains a long silence
Filled with tears and regrets.
 
And yet I confess
I am willing to thank
All those who will convict me
If I am doomed to death.
 
At the gates of eternity
I'll be able to meet
The one I love for ever
The one who waits for me, I know
I know it, I know it.
 

Life is not easy

Say
What are you doing tonight?
(Nothing, why?)
Can I come and see you?
(Yes, of course)
Me, I have rather dark thoughts
(You?)
We could eat out somewhere
(But what about him?)
Him
He has changed a lot
Honeymoon is far away
I can hardly talk to him
I really think I made a mistake
 
Life is not easy
Life is not tame
Barely started, love often
Comes to an end
Life is not easy
Life is not tame
You have nice dreams
That end in scraps of paper
 
Say
What have you been uo to?
(Always same)
I hope you have someone
(No, not really)
You deserve a nice girl
(You are kind)
The two of us, that must seem like a long time ago
(I never forgot you, you know)
No, please don't think
I'm giving you a bit of hope
I don't want to disappoint you
I just felt somewhat lonely tonight
 
Life is not easy
Life is not tame
Barely started, love often
Comes to an end
Life is not easy
(Listen to me)
Life is not tame
(We could meet now)
You have nice dreams
(Come, I'm waiting for you)
That end in scraps of paper
(I'm waiting for you)
No! Life is not easy
Life is not tame
You have nice dreams
(Come, come, I'm waiting for you)
That end in scraps of paper
No!
(I still love you)
 

A girl in a Greenpeace shirt

She's asleep or pretending to sleep...
a fly comes and sits on her mouth
and nevertheless my world ends in her
 
She's got tired of always sleeping in sofas
and of covering her mouth not to scream.
 
She never knew how to make a living.
Her crib were the scraps of a Mehari
When she gets angry she sizzles unbearably
 
She runs away from dimwit suckers
and novice pimps
and just in case she never dwells near the traintracks
without looking behind... looking behind!
 
Dirtmuth, little sorceress
a girl who pretends to be old
trying for some naive fool to eat the bait
 
Her jean is tight on her strawberry and she's the queen
on walls she writes on fucking her star
 
She dreams of a ruffian
who can give her footing and blow her love
and the joy for which her world spins
 
She runs away from dimwit suckers
and novice pimps
she uses her tongue like a sabre
while she laughs and rushes us...
and just in case she never dwells near the traintracks
without looking behind... looking behind!
 

Three And A Half Years of Love

She, at her window
Him, sitting at the edge of the bed
She may be crying
He did not understand
 
She made her bag in a last smile
And gathered in bulk his memories
She knows that the night is heavy and it is late
He knows she's leaving tonight
 
She takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but no hate
We'll meet again someday, it's worth it
 
Him, in a movie theater
She, jump in a taxi
He, the wounded heart
She begins her life
 
He sees her lost again yesterday's kid
So beautiful she who didn't think she could please
She runs sliding her dreams into other nights
It gets lost in other beds
 
She takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
In every story that passes and that drives it
Towards mornings that are not worth it
 
He takes
Three and a half years of love and a few weeks
Who cling to him, who remember
She'll come back one day, it's worth it
 
~ ~
 
Him, eat cherries
She, has worn her suitcases
She caresses an empty keychain, maybe smiles
He sleeps with the door open
 
She takes
Three and a half love but that does not matter
Three and a half years this morning, coming back
On a train to Paris that brings her back
 
He takes her
For a little more love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but everything goes on
Living without each other wasn't worth it
 
He takes her
For a little more love and a few weeks
No time for speeches but everything goes on
Living without each other wasn't worth it
 

Legend

Go and tell my dear islet yonder, far away,
near this dark Foulc swamp on the moor
I shall go visit her tonight and she shall wait
to hear my footsteps soon as the moon waxes.
 
You'll find her bathing her feet under the sedge,
her hair untied, her eyes half-closed,
so naive, holding a hand over her mouth
to avoid startling the sleeping birds awake.
 
For the swamp is all misty with legends
like the sky one can glimpse in her eyes
as they drink the kind moonlight on the moor
or the sad winds blowing from the highlands.
 
Tell her I've spent marvellous dawns
watching birds coming from the North,
so close to her as she shied from the cold
lying at my feet like a sleeping wildling.
 
Tell her September is drawing to a close
and winters are harsh in these forsaken lands
Tell her a mess of flowers is still strewn
in front of the French windows of my room.
 
Herald me like a prophet, like a prince,
like the son of a king from beyond the sea.
Tell her my counties are flooded with scents
and the highlands do not endure winter.
 
Tell her balconies will be decked with flowers
and she will bathe in pools untouched by fevers
but I would like to read in her darkened eyes
the savage secret dying now on his lips,
 
the riddle of a gaze of pure knowledge
that sometimes gleams from the enthralling flash
of the great initiates in games of knowledge
and roamers of the sea under deserted skies...
 

Heavy Hand

With the back of your proud hand
you brush aside my thoughts,
of yesterday and of your palm1
One of those men with a heavy hand...2
 
And on your lips, the bitter words,
the kind that turn the heart upside down
and ring out and always stun.
Heavy handed words.
 
I leave empty-handed,
always on the edge,
running, running...
I drift away with a vacant,
now hardly misty stare.3
I got to be out of here,
got to heal, got to get tougher.
It will only get worse tomorrow.
 
Closing my far too blue eyes,
closing my eyes to get better.
Soon as something's not right, you use
your heavy hand.
 
Shall I turn the other cheek? Is it a game you're playing?
Maybe I'm the one to blame after all?
My bruises weigh a ton
to sum it up4
 
I leave empty-handed,
always on the edge,
running, running...
I drift away with a vacant,
now hardly misty stare
I got to be out of here,
got to heal, got to get tougher.
It will only get worse tomorrow.
 
Take your time
Take my blood
if you don't feel tall enough
to survive
and get by on your own.
 
Take my faith, I am yours.
If this is not hell, tell me
what hell looks like.
 
I leave empty-handed,
always on the edge,
running, running...
I drift away with a vacant,
now hardly misty stare.
I got to be out of here,
got to heal, got to get tougher.
It will only get worse tomorrow.
 

• 1. A peculiar way of saying he dismisses her concerns about him hitting her the day before.
• 2. lit. 'one of those men who hit/beat' but I don't think that would work in English
• 3. Her stare is vacant and her tears nearly dried. Again I find the French a bit hard to get
• 4. ??? I see no pun here and it's a bit unexpected

Salome

When I saw her linger along my avenue
Despite my blind man's cane, I recognized her soon,
Her eyes dyed with a melodrama hue,
With Soul or Time, one
does what one can do
Was waiting at night behind the Factory
I was feeling my life
was an old magazine
The wind was real hot, Sky tinted with rouge,
She walked swaying like a boat that moved.
She came up to me to teach me my true part
When my solitude was really sad and hard.
I felt the thunderstorm
when I lost my voice,
Yet I was already spinning on the traces of Salome
There were in her bed a few Egyptian cards,
Then she asked me to guess which one was mine
Diving into my eyes, playful Siren,
I was her jester and she was my queen.
Before getting out, I stole all of her cards
I will make souvenirs
For her departing lovers.
She looked asleep, I thought she was dreaming,
My chance was too slim, had to preserve it.
On leaving, so funny, I made no noise at all
But saw the jester hang himself on a wall.
Then, when in the street,
At last I could breathe
It was raining but the midnight wind hummed a song for Salome
 
I hear that poor Oscar call for John the Baptist
to ask him if this Time that goes by exists
On the well-margin
When the bloke just cursed
The Shade in full noon,
No one understood.
Oscar went away in the equinox night
He just left behind his pair of boxing-gloves
Everything looked fine when the curtain rose.
The judges shouted : Room for the convicts.
All this may look a really strange story,
Its moral lies far, deep in my memory.
A Big woodblock will ring like an old Shield
When billows this wind, that used to talk to me of
Salome
 

On the Shoulders of My Father

On the shoulders of my father,
from here I see my castle,
my village and its lights,
the steam over the tiles.
 
On the shoulders of my father,
I feel so good up there.
It's my refuge, my comfort
like a feather on his back.
 
And I fly amidst the people.
I move around like the wind.
If you and I make a good match,
take me to the end of the world.
 
(Hum hum hum...)
(Lala lala...)
(Hum hum hum...)
(Lala lala...)
It's my refuge, my comfort
like a feather on his back.
 
And I fly amidst the people.
I move around like the wind.
If you and I make a good match,
take me to the end of the world.
 
On the shoulders of my father,
once he bent his back,
I landed my feet on the ground.
I sang him these words.
 
Come, let's dance amidst the people.
Make me turn like the wind.
If you and I make a good match,
I'm taking you to the end of the world.
 
(Lala lala lalala...)
(Lala lala lalala...)
 
On the shoulders of my father,
from here I see my castle.
 

Malena

She had two quite long legs
and her perfume, with every step,
made me travel around the world, Malena.
 
She had a crazy look
where we get lost, where we drown.
I didn't worry about anything at all in her arms.
 
Malena, nobody resists you.
For you, I'll win the war.
Forgive me but if I insist
it's simply and only to please you, yeah.
 
If by misfortune someone approaches you,
I don't know who this ends.
The men who go, who come, who later forget you,
they don't deserve their place in paradise.
If you know all the tests of love,
for you I'll go look for them every day.
Like every other time, Malena,
you come, you cry, we love each other and you leave.
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah... Malena.
 
The sun has burnt her nights.
In her life, there's nobody but me.
I'm the one she's chosen, Malena.
 
Like a bird fallen from the nest,
your child will love you.
At night, we fall asleep on your bed, in your arms.
 
Malena, nobody resists you.
For you, I'll win the war.
Forgive me but if I insist
it's simply and only to please you, yeah.
 
If by misfortune someone approaches you,
I don't know who this ends.
The men who go, who come, who later forget you,
they don't deserve their place in paradise.
If you know all the tests of love,
for you I'll go look for them every day.
Like every other time, Malena,
you come, you cry, we love each other and you leave.
Ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah... Malena.
 
(Malena...!)
(Malena...)
(Malena...)
Malena.
 
She had two quite long legs
and her perfume, with every step,
made me travel around the world, Malena.
 

My Solitude

We wake up on a beautiful morning.
We act as if nothing happens.
Over promises, we splash around.
We hate each other when the night gives us shivers.
 
Me, I need so much of you, my solitude
to love better, to sing better.
Solitude to say what's at the bottom of my thoughts.
Some hours next to you to fly away.
 
So much silence in me
and you take up quite a lot of space, my solitude,
like an army of uncertainties,
like a volcano that doesn't want to die out of cold.
 
We get mad at each other, we think we're stronger.
We destroy each other over and over again... oh, oh.
 
You support me through all my journeys,
when I'm crazy or wise.
Over this white wall where we embrace,
in this whisper, so many things that get erased.
 
Me, I need so much of you, my solitude
to love better, to sing better.
Solitude to say what's at the bottom of my thoughts.
Some hours next to you to fly away.
 
So much silence in me
and you take up quite a lot of space, my solitude,
like an army of uncertainties,
like a volcano that doesn't want to die out of cold.
 
We get mad at each other, we think we're stronger.
We destroy each other over and over again... oh, oh.