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When tenderness plays

If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and make yourselves an amazing dinner like it was New Years.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and make yourselves an amazing dinner like it was New Years.
 
And play that song
that made us feel, despite everything,
as strong as when the two of us, on that bridge,
counted three seconds
and let the body fall,
as strong as the hug at the airport
after losing everything.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and don't worry, someone has told me that it's great to live without the weight of the heart.
 
If I leave before you do, don't mourn too much
and dedicate those moments of not saying anything, those august nights
 
And be certain
that, stubbornly, I'll make them see
that maybe they counted wrong,
that it's too soon, that I have to go back.
 
As long as that song plays,
that made us feel, despite everything,
as strong as when the two of us, on that bridge,
counted three seconds
and let the body fall,
as strong as the hug at the airport
after losing everything.
 

The Tenderness (The tenderness)

I can live without riches
And poor too,
Of lords and princesses,
Very little is seen.
 
More to live without tenderness,
I would never be able to,
No, no, no, no,
I would never be able to.
 
I can live without glory
Which is not essential,
Without speaking in history,
It doesn't matter to me.
 
More to live without tenderness,
What a bitter feeling,
No, no, no, no,
What a bitter feeling.
 
How sweet it is to love,
How beautiful it is to feel,
To desire the tenderness
That comes to us at birth.
 
True, true, true
 
The youth in it's fire,
Can meet,
That love yields its game,
With your great pleasure.
 
But without the tenderness,
It's impossible to love,
No, no, no, no,
It's impossible to love.
 
A child embraces us,
We make it very happy,
Sadness leaves,
Seeing her live like this.
 
My God, my God, my God.
 
In our immense harmony,
Immense zest,
We should ask heaven,
That there is no heart.
 
Tenderness prevails,
And love reigns,
Love reigns,
Until God wants.
 

I thought I heard

Versions: #1
Darling, since this morning
I've crawled like a loser
in the gutters
From Montparnasse to Château d'Eau
 
I've had glass after glass after glass
Zubrowska, Riesling and Piper
Desperate, at my wit's end
I came back to see you
 
I just would like a body
I've come just for a pair of arms
A comforting bed
Some treats between the sheets
But alas, instead
 
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
 
Never mind that you believe it
Never mind that I am
At my wit's end, desperate
None of that between us
 
I'm okay with being a body
Why not give you my arms?
My bed is still okay
for laughing or dirtying the sheets.
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear 'I love you'
You might hear 'I love you'
 
I'm old, widowed and narrow minded
A poor moronic secretary
I am young, handsome and Breton
I smell like rain, ocean and lemon crêpes
 
Be a bit quiet, little treasure
You've got it all wrong yet again
I'm very precious, so spare me.
Alright, but none of that between us.
 
I'm okay with being a body
I'm only looking for some arms
My bed is still okay
Some treats beneath the sheets
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear...
 

A Tender Love

I long to have again your tender love.
I long to have again your tender love.
When you are so far away from me, I implore you not to forget me.
Nothing is sweeter to my heart than awaiting your return.
 
I long to have again your tender love.
I long to have again your tender love.
Keep me for a long, long time—
for an entire lifetime, oh, I beg you.
I long to have again your tender love.
 
~~~~~
 
Keep me for a long, long time—
for an entire lifetime, oh, I beg you.
 
Nothing is sweeter to my heart than a tender love.
Oh come back to me, I beg you.
(I long to have again your tender love.)
Oh come back to me, I beg you.
(I long to have again your tender love.)
Oh come back to me, I beg you.
(I long to have again your tender love.)
Oh come back to me, I beg you ....
 

Getting along

Between what I think
What I want to say
What I believe to say
What I say
What you want to hear
What you hear
What you want to understand
And what you understand
There are at least nine possibilities of not getting along
 

Tenderness

Tenderness—is sometimes no longer to be in love but to be happy
to find yourself again as two apart.
It is to recreate for a few moments a world in blue
with the heart in the eyes.
 
Tenderness, tenderness.
 
Tenderness, tenderness.
 
Love—sometimes never arrives because it passes by without knocking.
It goes looking for someone to love.
Sometimes, when it arrives, it arrives too late, because
there is someone else in your place.
 
Tenderness, tenderness.
 
Love.
 
Tenderness—is a gesture, a word, a smile and we forget
that both of us have grown up.
It is when I want to say 'I love you' and I forget
that one day or another love ends.
 
Tenderness, tenderness,
 
Tenderness, tenderness,
 
Love—everything is forgiven without reproach and by letting go.
To start over is not saying anything and quietly walking away.
It is offering to go without waiting.
 
Tenderness, tenderness.
 
Tenderness, tenderness.
 
Tenderness.
 
Love.
 
Tenderness
 
Love.
 
Tenderness.
 
Tenderness.
 

A Heart Too Tender

I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
who always gets what he wants from me—
including my love that he does not deserve.
 
I have a heart too stupid, it leads me nowhere.
My heart and my head are one and the same.
When you love much more than you should,
I believe that it is best not to show it.
 
That he looks too often at others,
you could say that is my fault.
He knows that he has nothing to fear.
Me, I never knew how to pretend.
 
I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
who always gets what he wants from me—
including my love that he does not deserve.
 
I have a heart more delicate than lilacs.
I have a heart too tender for that one—
 

My Flesh Is Tender

In the yard, the neighbour who lives below me
Dribbles a ball, while chatting quietly
On the window, the rain forms crosses
I hurry, and the memory of a day starts up again
When we were normal, spitting at the wall
I return to myself, in front of this side of the lake, which knows nothing of adventure
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire of jubilation
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
To my right, the great fire
It's not wrong to have said that to you
To my left, a movement of the crowd
Of debauchery, the beginning of a new world order
Carousel, carnival
A flag of red, white and blue
Until a lava of ???*
Or a liberal witticism
Turn Asia to fire and blood
 
I feel ill, I've got complexes
I'm oval, I'm convex
I'm dying, I've still got some fight left in me
Fireworks, fire in the loins
For rent or for sale
My flesh is tender
 
In my soul, an arc of a circle
Where some children of the century catch fire
Under the seat, the train schedule
Light a candle, and fill yourself up
To rent or to sell,
My flesh is tender
 
i hope this translation was useful to you. use it wherever, i don't mind.
i write evocative translations rather than precise ones so this might not be 'word for word'.

To wait!

Versions: #2
To my sorrow are added some doubts
about our future
 
At the heart of an avalanche of silence
I imagine you everywhere.
 
Give me your news
Call me fast
I really need them
 
Need to hear them
Your tender words
And to tell you mine
 
I love you, I hate you, and I love you more
And I missed us both more.
My heart is begging
 
To wait! To wait! To wait!
Where does that lead us to?
You, you're going to make me go crazy
 
Tomorrow I'll have perhaps a letter
A phone call, who knows?
 
It's said that [overcoming] trials are the proof
that you never despair
 
I love you, I hate you, and I love you more
And I missed us both more.
My heart is begging
 
To wait! To wait! To wait!
Where does that lead us to?
You, you're going to make me go crazy
 
What was at fault? Whose fault?
I know nothing about it, but I've paid the price
The price in tears, the heart's cry,
of the unloved who failed in life.
 
I love you, I hate you, and I love you more
And I missed us both more.
My heart is begging
 
To wait! To wait! To wait!
Where does that lead us to?
You, you're going to make me go crazy
 
I love you, I hate you, and I love you more
And I missed us both more.
My heart is begging
 
To wait! To wait! To wait!
Where does that lead us to?
You, you're going to make me go crazy