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The rosebush has thorns

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With your love I was looking
for a love like I never had before,
like a toy that I wished for
since I was a little kid.
 
But it turns out that you're like everyone else,
to love you was a mistake.
Running away from my hands is
your rose, which is my delusion.
 
I was so far away from thinking
that you could be my punishment.
How much more will I weep?
Experience costs dearly.
 
I was so far away from thinking
that a love could hurt this much.
The rosebush has thorns,
and now my soul is crying.
 

With My Little Donkey

I'm going with my little donkey, filled with joy
To see the son of God and to gaze at Mary
I'm going with my little donkey, loaded with chocolate
I've got my chocolatier, my grinder and my camp stove
 
I have a little donkey with eyes of black
I love him more than my own heart
And a lame female donkey with her bad leg
And I don't love her, no I don't
Because my male donkey is very funny
He's very funny that donkey
Wow, for my little donkey I would die, I would die
 
I am going with my little donkey with pestiños and alfajor
And half way there, his pannier fell off of him
My poor little donkey slipped and fell
And the sweets he was carrying, he gulped them down in one breath
 
I have a little donkey with eyes of black
I love him more than my own heart
And a lame female donkey with her bad leg
And I don't love her, no I don't
Because my male donkey is very funny
He's very funny that donkey
Wow, for my little donkey I would die, I would die
 
I'm going with my little donkey on the road to Bethlehem
Among palms and sticks, tambourines and almirez
I am going with my little donkey, loaded with fresh eggs
And half way there a Galician stole it from me.
 
I have a little donkey with eyes of black
I love him more than my own heart
And a lame female donkey with her bad leg
And I don't love her, no I don't
Because my male donkey is very funny
He's very funny that donkey
Wow, for my little donkey I would die, I would die
 
I have a little donkey with eyes of black
I love him more than my own heart
And a lame female donkey with her bad leg
And I don't love her, no I don't
Because my male donkey is very funny
He's very funny that donkey
Wow, for my little donkey I would die, I would die
 

I don't feel pity

Lost woman, bandit woman
mulata I wish you die.
 
( Woman, I don't feel pity, I don't feel pity for you)
(Bis).
 
The love I had for you
went to the underworld
 
and now I'm alone and sad
and I moved on myself..
 
( Woman, I don't feel pity, I don't feel pity for you)
(Bis).
 
If you want you can leave
I don't force you to stay
think well about it mulata
suffering will be your punishment
 
''Die ungrateful woman''
 
(I don't feel pity)
Ungrateful woman, lost and bandit woman.
 
(I don't feel pity)
Look, listen I wish, I wish you die ungrateful woman.
 
(I don't feel pity)
With you,with you look I don't want to live anymore
I don't want to live anymore.
 
(I don't feel pity)
 
(I don't feel pity)
(Bis 4)
 
Hey, ungrateful woman
(I don't feel pity)
treacherous woman...
 
(I don't feel pity)
I wish, I wish, I wish you die
(I don't feel pity)
Because you were mean, you were mean
and treacherous....
 
(I don't feel pity)
Listen, I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I'll leave ,I'll leave you, I'll leave you
Listen, I'll leave you for Helena...
 
(I don't feel pity)
Listen and because of that,because of that
because of that beautiful brunette.
 
''Ungrateful woman, treacherous woman
I wish you die''.
 

The Canary

The canary as yellow as a yolk
With soft feathers and sorrow eyes
Was singing behind the silver bars
And in the wind scattered his cries
 
Suddenly, his eyes open wide
And he flies away, but it's in vain
Getting hit by the silver bars
He falls back down, his chest in pain
 
Poor canary, you really thought
That it was sunrise that you've seen
But it was nothing but a dream
Hurt, you collapsed
 
The canary as yellow as a yolk
With soft feathers and sorrow eyes
Was weeping behind the silver bars
And in the wind scattered his cries
And in the wind scattered his cries
And in the wind scattered his cries
 

Yes women

Yes women, women of the proletariat
Finally are waking up and waving their fist
 
Yes women, women of the proletariat
And their brothers declare war
 
Yes women, women of the proletariat
[Are fighting] until the end for their rights, against the bourgeois
 
Yes women, and the whole proletariat
Marxism-Leninism is their weapon of war
 
Yes women, united to the proletariat
Are fighting for the founding of the Communist party
 
Yes women, with the proletariat
Are moving heaven and earth, and they will win the war
 

Let us push forward our folks

When we depart from the job sites
My dear friends with happy hearts
To go and see our parents
My dear friends with content hearts
 
[CHORUS] 1
Let us push forward our folks2
Let us push forward!
 
To go and see our parents
My dear friends with content hearts
But when we arrived in Canada3
Well, we'll have to get wet here
[CHORUS]
 
But when we arrived in Canada
Well, we'll have to get wet here
Ah! But when it'll be all wet
You'll see just how it'll walk/work4
[CHORUS]
 
Ah! But when it'll be all wet
You'll see just how it'll work
When our friends will see us arrive
They'll start laughing and then dancing
[CHORUS]
 
When our friends will see us arrive
They'll start laughing and then dancing
Sunday evening, at the veillée 5
We'll go see our partners6
[CHORUS]
 
Sunday evening, at the vigil
We'll go see our partners
They'll say to us, while entering
Here's my lover, my heart's content
[CHORUS]
 
They'll say to us, but while entering
Here's my lover, my heart's content
And in the middle of the veillée
They'll tell of their gallants 7
[CHORUS]
 
And in the middle of the veillée
They'll tell of their gallants
They'll say to us, while departing
Have you frequented new lovers 8
[CHORUS]
 
They'll say to us, while departing
Have you frequented new lovers
Who has composed this song
It's Jos Blanchet le pretty boy
[CHORUS]
 

• 1. I don't know the name of this kind of song, but it was pretty typical of working class french canadian's songs to be stories interlaced with the same chorus. Workmen would take turn singing the verses, something adding new one, while everybody would sing the chorus. This is why there are so many variation of this song.
• 2. Literally : let's send our folks in the front. Meaning : let's go guys/let's put more efforts in this
• 3. From ~1535 up until 1763, Canada was a province of New France. When the britishs took over, they adopted the name topogically, but they would only start calling themselves 'Canadians' around ~1915, effectively forcing the original canadiens to call themselves 'french canadians' or to adopt a new name (québécois)
• 4. A bit nebulous, but it probably mean 'being wet will wake us up' thus 'we'll be more effective once wet'
• 5. Kind of hard to translate. veillée is an evening of fun where people go to bed late if at all
• 6. Compagne/compagnée is basically a significant other. The female version of the word for 'companion'
• 7. Cavalier : a sprightly young dashing military man. Also often used to talk about somebody courting a women
• 8. Amant : somebody you had sex with, but with whom you're not in a relationship with, or you're in a secret relationship with that person while you're not supposed to (ex. a mistress)

Canary

To the point that I felt nostalgic over those mundane days
In the smoke-stained, sinking night
I looked upon the flowers
 
Walking with you through the stuffy air
And the smiling face I saw as I looked back
For some reason I remembered these things
 
On the white promenade that everyone forgets, that the canary sings on in the end of April
I think I want to remember that your fingertips were trembling
 
It's OK, if it's with you it's OK
Even if I can't return to this place again
If I'm with you, it's OK
Let's walk together until the end
 
You pick up the glass that tumbled down and shattered
In those eyes of yours I could see tears
And still you said nothing
 
In the corners of the lake-shore where the foliage resounds, and the canary disappears at the end of May
I think that I really want to support you, more than anything
 
It's OK, because it's you it's OK
Even if no one were to find us
Since it's you, it's OK
Towards the beckoning voice of the fluttering wind
 
Both me and you, we'll probably change
We'll sometimes quarrel, and maybe hurt each other
But losing each other we will fall in love again
And I want us to make sure of that
 
It's OK, if it's with you it's OK
Even if there was nothing at the end,
It's OK
 
It's OK, because it's you it's OK
Even if no one were to find us
Since it's you, it's OK
Let's walk together until the end
 
Towards the beckoning voice of the fluttering wind
 

Zăpada cade

Zăpada cade pe nasul meu
Oh, oh,oh! Am nasul îngheţat
Freacă, freacă, freacă-mi nasul
Pentru a-l încălzi!
Freacă, freacă, freacă-mi nasul
Freacă, freacă, freacă-ţi nasul
Pentru a-l încălzi!
 
Zăpada cade pe mâinile mele
Oh, oh, oh! Am mâinile îngheţate!
Plezneşte, plezneşte, plezneşte-mi mâinile
Pentru a le-ncălzi!
Plezneşte, plezneşte, plezneşte-mi mâinile
Plezneşte, plezneşte, plezneşte-ţi mâinile
Pentru a le-ncălzi!
 

The Mexican

They say distance is forgetfulness
But I, my lovely angel,1
Will never stop loving you
 
You know I've got blood in three colors2
My tongue full of your flavors
They taste of earth and mezcal3
 
I am the Juana4, the firebreather
The one who never shows up first
But knows how to show up
But knows how to show up
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you
 
Na-nara-nara-nara-na...
Shut up, don't talk, kiss me again and again
Hold me tight and I swear
I'm not going to let you go
 
I am the Felix5, the firebreather
I am the daughter of boleros6
I am the Mexican7, hey
I am the Mexican, hey
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die
I know where I'm going and where I come from
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you
 
Mitza, Mitza8
Your hills full of colored poppies
Of flavors, my beloved Mexico
The ones in the north, your most beautiful flowers
Drinking mezcal, I howl at night
 
Sexy Mexican, what's goin' on?
Do I sing to you with a guitar, or burn down your house?
Hot mama, Holy Mother
I move merchandise from Yucatan to Tijuana9
 
With my moves, knock-knock10
With my moves, knock-knock
With my moves, with my moves
With my moves, knock-knock
 
Oh, I wouldn't trade you for all the money in the world (And leave it right there)
For you I'd kill myself, and with you I will die (I'm pure fire)
I know where I'm going, I know very well where I come from (Sexy Mexican, hey)
Because if I am anybody, oh I owe it to you (Sexy Mexican)
 
With my moves, knock-knock (Yo')
With my moves, knock-knock (Mitza, Mitza)
With my moves, with my moves
With my moves, knock-knock
Feet, what do I need them for, if I have wings to fly?11
 

• 1. 'Cielito lindo' is a traditional Mexican song:
• 2. The three colors of the Mexican flag.
• 3. An alcoholic beverage made from agave and popular in Mexico.
• 4. Juana Inés de la Cruz, an outspoken nun in the 17th century known as 'The Phoenix of Mexico':
• 5. Maria Felix, a Mexican actress and singer, one of the most popular in the 1940s and 50s:
• 6. Genres of slow-tempo Latin music:
• 7. Since it's 'mexicana' it means specifically a Mexican woman.
• 8. A woman's name, possibly Hispana's nickname.
• 9. Yucatan and Tijuana are two of the 32 states of Mexico. (Tijuana is also a city within the state.) Yucatan is close to the southeast border, while Tijuana is on the northwest border. So she's saying she moves merchandise (usually implying drugs) throughout Mexico.
• 10. 'Pasito tun-tun' is a song originally by Billo's Caracas Boys and frequently covered by other artists.
• 11. A quote attributed to Mexican painter Frida Kahlo

Ți-am spus de curând că te iubesc?

Ți-am spus de curând că te iubesc?
Aș putea cumva să-ți spun din nou?
Ți-am spus din inimă, din tot sufletul
Cât de mult te ador?
Ei bine, dragă, îți spun acum.
 
Această inimă se va rupe în două
Dacă mă refuzi.
Oricum, nu sunt bun de nimic fără tine.
Ți-am spus de curând că te iubesc?
Ei bine, dragă, îți spun acum.
 
Ți-am spus de curând cât îmi lipsești,
Când stelele strălucesc pe cer?
Ți-am spus cu cine aș vrea
Să-mi împart veșnic viața?
Ei bine, dragă, îți spun acum.
 
Această inimă se va rupe în două
Dacă mă refuzi.
Oricum, nu sunt bun de nimic fără tine.
Ți-am spus de curând că te iubesc?
Ei bine, dragă, îți spun acum.
Ei bine, dragă, îți spun acum.
 

Fericirea mea

Umbrele serii mă întristează
Când fiecare zi istovită se termină.
Ce dor îmi e să fiu cu tine,
Fericirea mea!
 
În fiecare zi îmi aduc aminte,
Visez la tandrul tău sărut,
Gândind mereu cât îmi lipsește
Fericirea mea.
 
Un milion de ani îmi pare
Că au trecut de când ne-npărtășeam visele.
Dar te voi îmbrățișa din nou,
Atunci nu vor mai exista amintiri triste.
 
Fie că cerul e înnorat sau senin,
Orice loc de pe pământ va fi potrivit
Atâta timp cât sunt cu tine,
Fericirea mea.
 
Un milion de ani îmi pare
Că au trecut de când ne împărtășeam visele.
Dar te voi îmbrățișa din nou,
Atunci nu vor mai exista amintiri triste.
 
Fie că cerul e înnorat sau senin,
Orice loc de pe pământ va fi potrivit
Atâta timp cât sunt cu tine,
Fericirea mea.
 
Oh, fericirea mea!
 

Ești a mea?

Ești a mea pentru toată viața?
Mă vei săruta când sunt trist?
Vei șopti ”Te iubesc!”
Și-mi vei îndeplini toate visele?
Mă vei cinsti și mi te vei supune,
Și promiți să nu calci strâmb?
Spune-mi, scumpo, ești a mea și doar a mea?
 
Ești a mea? Da, sunt.
Tot timpul? Da, sunt.
Păi, doar a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Păi, toată a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Niciun altul n-o să mă aibă,
Voi fi a ta și-ți voi fi credincioasă.
N-avea grijă, dragă, nu te teme, căci sunt a ta.
 
Ești a mea? Spune-mi, dragă,
Te voi avea mereu aproape?
Va străluci mereu lumina dragostei
În acei ochi negri ai tăi?
Mă vei cinsti și mi te vei supune,
Și promiți să nu calci strâmb?
Spune-mi, scumpo, ești a mea și doar a mea?
 
Ești a mea? Da, sunt.
Tot timpul? Da, sunt.
Păi, doar a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Păi, toată a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Niciun altul n-o să mă aibă,
Voi fi a ta și-ți voi fi credincioasă.
N-avea grijă, dragă, nu te teme, căci sunt a ta.
 
Ești a mea, fie că sunt bogat sau sărac?
Spune-mi, scumpo, ești sigură?
Vei șopti ”Te iubesc!”
Și-mi vei îndeplini toate visele?
Vei dărui atât cât vei primi?
Îți vei ține jurămintele făcute?
Spune-mi, scumpo, ești a mea și doar a mea?
 
Ești a mea? Da, sunt
Tot timpul? Da, sunt.
Păi, doar a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Păi, toată a mea? Da, să trăiți!
Niciun altul n-o să mă aibă,
Voi fi a ta și-ți voi fi credincioasă.
N-avea grijă, dragă, nu te teme, căci sunt a ta.
 

My old home

There remains an old home across the road,
an old yellow quince blooms in the courtyard,
there isn't even an old mother to greet me
to look at her tears full of joy
 
Chorus.
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
A mother used to wait at the doorstep
to wait for her daughter to come back from the far away town
there it is, that is life, it all happens and passes
no one is there anymore when I go home
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
Chorus
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 
My old home, its hearth without a grill
its door is no longer being opened
 

Canarul trist

Un canar, cântând trist,
îmi plânge durerea, fiindcă ai plecat.
Un canar te cheamă
și, în a sa tristețe, trăiește sperând.
 
El nu mai cântă cum o făcea în ziua
când mi-ai dat întâiul tău sărut,
și în absența ta el e tare trist,
tânjește după întoarcerea ta.
Cu trilurile sale, el a anunțat
bătăile inimilor
și a fost martor, cu-al său cântec,
al iluziilor noastre.
 
Un canar trist
cântă și plânge pentru uitarea ta,
pentru că ți-ai dorit
ca fericirea noastră să se piardă.
Poate cu-al său cântec,
canarul cel veșnic trist
va reînvia farmecul
iubirii care nu mai este.
 

Prințesele nu plâng

Băieții, ei sunt chipeși și puternici
Dar mereu primii care-mi spun că greșesc
Încearcă să mă îmblânzească, știu
Îmi spun că-s ciudată și nu-și retrag cuvintele
 
Nu, sunt în regulă, zac din nou pe podea
Ușa crăpată, mereu vreau să te las înăuntru
Chiar și după toate chestiile astea, încă-s optimistă
 
Căci o prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Din cauza monștrilor din noapte
Nu ne irosim timpul prețios
Pe băieți cu ochi frumoși
 
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Arzând ca un foc
Îl simți pe dinăuntru
Dar îți ștergi ochii înlăcrimați
 
Căci prințesele nu plâng
Nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng
Nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng, nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Căci prințesele nu plâng
 
Fetele, așa frumoase și sigure
Și delicate la atingere
Dar Domnul m-a făcut puternică
Fetele, e grea coroana
O poartă cu mândrie
Deși pe mine mă apasă
 
Nu, sunt în regulă,
Zac din nou pe podea
Ușa puțin deschisă
Îi vei lăsa să intre doar o dată
Și nu te vei destrăma
 
Căci o prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Din cauza monștrilor din noapte
Nu ne irosim timpul prețios
Pe băieți cu ochi frumoși
 
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Arzând ca un foc
Îl simți pe dinăuntru
Dar îți ștergi ochii înlăcrimați
 
Căci prințesele nu plâng
Nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng
Nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng, nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Căci prințesele nu plâng
 
Sunt bine, nu-mi voi irosi timpul
Îl țin într-un borcan, îl păstrez pentru următorul
Sunt bine, nu-mi voi irosi timpul
Îl țin într-un borcan, îl păstrez pentru următorul
 
Da, sunt bine
Zac din nou pe podea
 
Căci o prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Din cauza monștrilor din noapte
Nu ne irosim timpul prețios
Pe băieți cu ochi frumoși
 
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh)
O prințesă nu plânge (nu-uh, uh)
Arzând ca un foc
Îl simți pe dinăuntru
Dar îți ștergi ochii înlăcrimați
 
Căci prințesele nu plâng
Nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng
Nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng, nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
 
Căci prințesele nu plâng
Nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng
Nu plâng, oh
Nu plâng, nu plâng, nu plâng, oh
 
Căci prințesele nu plâng
 

Drace!

La, la, la...
Cu dragostea nu te joci,
aoleu, drace!... că e mai rău.
 
Domnișoară,
de mult timp vă aștept
suportând ploaia torențială
să vă spun că vă iubesc
chiar dacă nu permiteți...
 
– Drace!
 
Ce-mi răspundeți?
 
- Domnule,
niciodată n-am fost îndrăgostită,
lăsați-mă câtva timp
că n-am deloc încredere
într-o iubire trecătoare...
 
Drace!
 
- Plecați de-aici, vă rog!
 
La, la, la...
Cu dragostea nu te joci,
aoleu, drace! ... că e mai rău.
 
Domnișoară,
eu vă ofer averea,
stelele una câte una
cu soarele și cu luna
și iubirea care aici palpită...
 
- Drace!
 
Vedeți că sunt formal.
 
- Vai, băiețele!
Nu-mi pasă de bogăție
nici nu mi-am pierdut capul
dacă vă spun sincer
că am nevoie de un soț...
 
Drace!
 
- Căsătoria e cel mai bun lucru.
 
La, la, la...
Cu dragostea nu-i de jucat,
aoleu, drace! ... că e mai rău.
 
Frumoasa mea,
oricând vrei, sunt dispus
să fac bugetul
de cât de scump a ajuns
să treci pe la vicariat…
 
- Drace! De aia suntem doi.
 
Cu dragostea nu te joci,
aoleu, drace! ... că e mai rău,
pentru că dragostea, când vine
este, drace!... cea mai bună.
 
Cu dragostea nu te joci,
aoleu, drace! ... că e mai rău.
 
- Pentru că dragostea când vine
este, drace!...
 
Cea mai bună.
 
La, la, la...
Pentru că dragostea când vine
este, drace!... cea mai bună…
 

Swine

Today I'm going to die of bitterness
And the assassin is you
This masochism is profitable
Although it affects my health
 
I become deaf and blind
Knowing I can be better
Be careful and you believe that you are very wise
Love does not remove knowledge, I know who you are
 
Bad, you are bad
I like you that way, I love you that way
Evil, but you are good
I don't care that you're a swine
You light me and extinguish me
You raise me to the top and throw me
This thing corners me
A psychology that traps
 
I will allow your blackmail
Even though it results in my downfall
I have adaptable patience
To conforms to this situation
 
I become deaf and blind
Knowing I can be better
Be careful and you believe that you are very wise
Love does not remove knowledge, I know who you are
 
Bad, you are bad
I like you that way, I love you that way
Evil, but you are good
I don't care that you're a swine
You light me and extinguish me
You raise me to the top and throw me
This thing corners me
A psychology that traps
 

That man with the white hair

No one knows for how long
he carried his bitterness,
how I remember my old man
and his many adventures.
 
The years passed him by
in his face, in his hair,
and transformed his smile
only for a grimace.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
He has sad eyes for gestures,
his heart is wounded,
he's old with white hair,
his gaze is filled with love.
 
That man with the white hair
who in the good and in the bad
always knew how to respond,
he was poor in his infancy,
he was a little ignorant
but he managed to overcome it.
 
If on your way you encounter
a crying man,
tell him that in my daily prayers
I pronounce his name.
 
Walker of a thousand paths,
of towns and old streets,
where his years have remained
where his sorrows have ended.
 

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Long live the Canadian

Long live the Canadian, steal my heart fly, fly, fly, 
Long live the Canadian and her pretty sweet eyes 
And her sweet soft sweet eyes, and her sweet eyes (twice) 
Long live the Canadian and her sweet eyes 
 
She's really Christian, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
She is truly a Christian, the treasure of her husband 
Treasure of her husband for her, treasure of her husband palipatouti! 
She is truly Christian, treasure of her husband 
 
She shines and shines flies my heart flies, flies, flies 
She shines and shines, with or without jewels 
With or without jewels jou jou, with or without jewels mouah! 
She shines and shines with or without jewels 
 
Whomever steals, steals my heart steals, steals, steals 
It's up to the bride, the boys are crazy 
The boys are crazy crazy crazy, the boys are crazy (twice) 
It's who the marry, the boys are crazy 
 
What children she gives, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
What children gives, to her happy husband 
To his happy husband, to her happy husband mouah! 
How many children she gives to her happy husband 
 
Until the last hour, steals my heart flies, flies, flies 
Until the last hour, his life is all ours 
His life is all ours new, his life is all ours (twice) 
Until last time his life is all ours. 
 

Minifée ending Canadian

Minifée! Minifée!
 
Since we know her
We never get bored
Admit it's handy
To have a magical friend
 
Minifée, Minifée!
It's chic to have a fairy friend
 
Minifée, Minifée?
 
See you soon!
 

The three men in black

On the wedding night after dinner
Three men in black arrived
Three men in black arrived
They asked for the bride.
 
The bride is here indeed
Do come to sit at the dinner table
We want neither drink nor food
But we'd dance willingly.
 
They had not done three steps of dance
That the bride was taken away
That the bride was taken away
Without anyone stopping them
 
The morrow in his garden
The handsome lover who is having a walk
Sees the devil in the form of a horseman 
Come towards him.
 
Oh tell me about your wedding ceremony last night during the ceremony?
My beautiful wedding of last night
My bride was taken away
 
Do put your foot on top of mine
I will make you see Marie your love
I will take you there, I will bring you back
Without doing you any harm. 
 
When he arrived in hell
He sees his love Marie.
Marie my love am I the reason
Why you are here today?
 
Oh no, oh no, my dear lover
You are not the reason (why I'm here)
It's the three evil brothers
That have made me swear not to get married
 
The golden ring I have on my finger
I pray you to leave it to me
If you don't take the ring off her finger
I'm going to chop off her neck
 
Oh I had only three months left
Three months and also a few weeks
Now my ring has been taken off
I'll now stay here forever.
 

In me is the Grace

In me is the grace of every way and truth,
in me every hope of life and virtue.
 
Come to me you all who yearn for me
and be satisfied with my fruits.
 

I Believe in my Fate

I dreamt of a world,
Wonderful, far-off
I feel deep inside
That I need to be loved
 
And to be surrounded
By a cheering crowd
And I can hear a voice
Telling me where my path lies
 
And I shall walk my way
I believe in my fate!
I aim for the top
I feel no fear anymore
 
One never knows
I could prove
That I do know where I came from
Well, where i belong!
 
Yes, I do walk my way
I believe in my fate!
I trust in myself
I feel no dread anymore!
 
One never knows
I could prove
That I do know where I came from
Well, where i belong!
 
If that is the stake
I believe in my fate!
 
I shall face the fire
I do not fear anything!
The Gods will like me
They believe in my fate!
 
They will eventually receive me amongst them
Where I belong!
 

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Listen Within Your Heart

Que que na-tu-ra
You will understand everything
Listen within your heart, you will understand everything
Your heart is borderless, like the wind and like the sea
Listen within your heart, you will understand everything !
You will understand everything
 

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Wonderful Questions

I ask myself many questions
Where does he come from?
Why is he pink?
Why did you bring him here?
What does it eat?
How can he think with a tiny brain?
To be honest, I'm asking myself as many questions as all of you
Where is his horn?
Does he want a piece of fruit?
How can he be here if a stone says it's impossible
 
The world is bigger than we thought
How? Why? What do you want to say?
It's just starting to reveal himself
I am very confused. Are there other secrets?
They need to be revealed
 
We didn't know there was all of this, this world is amazing
There are a million and one mysteries that are just waiting for you
There is still so much to know, it's almost unreasonable
It's curiosity, there's nothing wrong about that
 
There are responses 'Are you talking about art?'
Behind the clouds and the sky
What is he doing? Is he really going to fly?
There is a world of prosperity, a life of wonders
 

Trip to Canada

A most charming family
Three kids, mama, papa
Left one fine day from Nantes
To visit Canada
Finalizing their itenirary
After a lot of thinking
They chose, oddly
These means of travel
So that prior to leaving
They sang for fun...
 
We'll go to Toronto by car
We'll go to Montreal by horseback
We'll cross Quebec on foot
We'll go to Ottawa by ouaoua¹
We'll go to Valleyfield on a tightrope
We'll go to Trois-Rivieres in a litter
Pass by Chicoutimi asleep
We'll swim to Lake St-Jean
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada
 
Yes but sometimes it's strange
We don't always do what we want
Very often luck changes
Our most well laid plans
Our friends were, unluckily
Victims of a diversion
By the agency office head
Of means of travel
And because of an employee
Who switched up the tickets
 
They swam to Toronto
They went to Montreal asleep
They went to Quebec in a litter
They went to Ottawa on a tightrope
They went to Valleyfield by foot
They went to Trois-Riviere by ouaoua¹
Pass through Chicoutimi on horseback
They plunged into Lake St Jean by car
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada
 
Since that time, ladies and gentlemen
The travellers came to understand
In order to avoid drama
One must at all costs
Double-check with the agencies
The travel tickets
If you leave for vacation
The simplest of precautions
Is to sing my little song
My little itenerary song
1, 2
We'll go to Toronto by car
We'll go to Montreal by horseback
We'll cross Quebec by foot
We'll go to Ottawa by ouaoua¹
We'll go to Valleyfield on a tightrope
We'll go to Trois-Rivieres in a litter
Pass Chicoutimi asleep
We'll swim to Lake St-Jean
There it is, there's a wonderful trip, a wonderful trip
There it is, there's a wonderful trip to Canada