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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'


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25.11.2024

Chrysanthemum





(ydn.)
Mom, I tried.
Mom, I tried.
Yes, you did.
Mom, I tried.
 

(Nimeni Altu`)
Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity,
the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit.
Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry.
Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome.
An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails.
Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air.
Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite.
Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament.
Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had.
Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute.
Art is sound for the deaf.
Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space.
Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
 

(ydn.)
You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash.
Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers,
For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair.
I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us.
About us,
About us,
About us,
Together...
 


25.11.2024

Mr. Gershwin





In my grandfather's attic
I found a Fred Astaire record
From the time when the streets of Broadway
Were dancing
All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music
Then jumped out their cardboard boxes
In one bound
And all around me
With cries of joy
They sang together
In the middle of the attic which lit up
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Our grandfathers didn't have
A TV to entertain themselves
But back then, all the Broadway theaters
Were singing
Some were doing tap dancing
Others were playing the trumpet
And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue
For us
It was the time of swing
And Charlie Chaplin
But we, to show you
That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 

Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance
Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck
Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano
It's so easy to keep the tempo
Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you
Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage
But your music is our favorite
And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
 


25.11.2024

In Vain





Why didn't I say anything?
I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward
I can handle myself
Why didn't I dare to say it?
We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
 

I know I have made it difficult
Because I have never said anything
I'm holding onto a little hope
But I can't say it now
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Oh, come on
As if I didn't feel anything for you
You've never showed that you want to be with me
No, no
Oh, once again
Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you?
There was no way we were going to happen
No, no, no
 

You have made it difficult
Because you have never said anything
Oh, only once I have moved on
That's when you're standing here in the same place
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
Yes, it's too late
And expected
It goes without saying until I let go
 

You said it was too late
And I know that
But was everything we had in vain?
I know that it was wrong
And you can see it
But was everything we had in vain?
 

Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain?
 


25.11.2024

Going even further (Reprise)





Going even further
And sailing by your side
To discover in the morning
Beaches yet to be explored
Then going even further
Being able to start all over again
Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection
All together, we can, we want to,
we will go even further