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The woman on the picture

White streaks in her hair,
years showing on her skin,
all this fickle time
she bears on her back.
She's the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
In her generous heart
hidden under her knitted jumper
one can make out her sweetheart,
this man gone too soon.
She's the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
Everything in her home is welcoming,
from the table to the trinkets.
Though there's not much talking going on
the words are quite meaningful1
Among the living and those,
those that she misses.2
She shares her meals
and her rest with them.
She sits in the centre,
in the middle of the picture.
 
She used to do her best,
the right gesture, the right word.
So much love in her eyes
covered us with a coat.
She's the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
In her joyful garden
I built castles
and wonderful worlds
where I was a hero.
Everything was delicious,
her hugs, her cakes.
It made everything smoother,
the cocoa of
the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
And then, on a rainy morning,
in her bed, in her grave,
a last breath, a farewell,
and this bloody weather.
Everything is so silent
without these little phone calls.
Everything is heavy, painful,
everything is empty, much too empty without
the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
As rain is falling on the ground
Earth is your new home3
Pieces of a nice noble wood
are keeping her warm now,
the woman you can see
in the middle of the picture.
 
Sometimes I envy the sky,
sometimes my heart gets heavy.
How very lucky they are
to have you up above!
I feel sad yet happy
to have been granted this gift,
to have known your eyes,
your love and your words.
I still keep you with me a little,
you the woman standing
in the middle of the picture.
 

• 1. I don't really know this 'fort en propos' expression. 'fort en qq ch' usually means 'with a high sth. contents', like 'fort en alcool' for 'with a high alcohol contents', so this is like 'with a high talk/saying contents'. 'fort en gueule' can also mean 'a loudmouth'. Oh well...
• 2. This is a very unusual way of saying, I'm not quite sure that's what he actually means, but that's my best guess
• 3. frankly I'm not sure what he means. 'reprendre le flambeau' ('take back the torch') is a fixed expression meaning 'take the succession' or 'continue the work of someone else'. I just guessed the meaning from the context.

The Promise

Like a stranger with nothing to lean on, with no lead
By keeping silent I stopped wanting to speak
To the point I forgot who I had become to please you
Instead of accepting myself, I did the opposite
Is it worth the pain?
Is it worth the pain?
Spending your whole life in armour?
 
I promise myself, I promise myself
I promise myself to stay true to myself
I promise myself, I promise myself
To finally live when my heart beats for a man
For a man, for a man
 
Like an enemy
Without a sword, with no hope
On his quest for eternity, for a haven, for a glance
For a reason to believe that somewhere
That I also have a right to love without being aloof
It's not worth the pain
It's not worth the pain
Spending your whole life behind a wall
 
I promise myself, I promise myself
I promise myself to stay true to myself
I promise myself, I promise myself
To finally live when my heart beats for a man
For a man, for a man, for a man, for a man
 
Not my family, not the mutterings
Not my hand, not my looks
Nothing will ever stop me, I swear
Not the ties, not the insults
Not the punches in my face
Nothing will ever wear me down
If sometimes all that hurts us
We owe it to ourselves not stop loving each other
Being there, doing everything to sort things out
It's you I'm talking to
To our rights, to our wealth
Promise me finally that you're going to promise yourself
Promise me finally that you're going to promise yourself
 
I promise myself, I promise myself
I promise myself to stay true to myself
 

Cantărețul

Mă prezint, mă cheamă Henri,
Aș vrea să reușesc în viață,
Să fiu iubit,
Să fiu frumos, să câștig bani,
Apoi mai ales să fiu inteligent,
Dar pentru toate astea ar trebui
Să lucrez cu normă întreagă.
 
Sunt cântăreț,
Cânt pentru prietenii mei,
Vreau să fac șlagăre
Și să iasă bine, să iasă bine.
Vreau să scriu un cântec în vânt,
Un șlagăr vesel şi antrenant
Ca să se danseze
La seratele domnului Durand.
 
Şi peste tot pe stradă
Vreau să se vorbească despre mine,
Fetele să fie goale,
Să se arunce pe mine,
Să mă admire, să mă omoare,
Să se bată pe virtutea mea.
 
Pentru fostele eleve
Să devin un idol.
Vreau ca în fiecare noapte,
Gâfâind în paturile lor,
Să-și înșele soții
În visele lor blestemate.
 
După aceea voi face gale,
Publicul mi se va închina,
Concerte de sute de mii de oameni
Unde chiar tot Parisul se uimește
Și se ridică să lungească lupta.
 
Şi peste tot pe stradă
Vreau să se vorbească despre mine,
Fetele să fie goale,
Să se arunce pe mine,
Să mă admire, să mă omoare,
Să se bată pe virtutea mea.
 
Apoi, când mă voi sătura
Să rămân idolul lor,
Mă voi întoarce pe scenă
Ca în anii nebuni,
O să-mi fac ochii să plângă,
Îmi voi lua adio.
 
Și apoi, anul următor
Voi începe din nou.
Și apoi, anul următor
Voi începe din nou,
Mă voi prostitua
Pentru posteritate.
 
Știrile de la școală
Vor spune că sunt gay,
Că ochii mei put de alcool,
Că aș face bine să mă opresc.
Îmi vor arde aureola,
Îmi vor murdări trecutul.
 
Atunci voi fi bătrân
Și aș putea crăpa.
O să-mi caut un Dumnezeu
Ca să mă ierte de toate.
Vreau să mor nefericit
Ca să nu regret nimic,
Vreau să mor nefericit.