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O iubesc pentru ea însăși

Dacă trebuie să traversez pământul și imensitatea lui,
O voi duce acolo unde dragostea a dispărut,
Cu sentimentul că nimic nu poate egala
Măcar ce mi-a dat ea.
 
Pentru felul ei de-a iubi,
O iubesc,
Și nu mă întreba de ce,
Căci sfidează rațiunea.
O iubesc,
Ea nu mi-a dat de ales,
Ea e revoluția mea,
Ura mea,
Lumina mea, umbra pașilor mei,
Țara mea, religia mea,
Durerea mea,
Ea înseamnă atât, atât de mult pentru mine!
 
O iubesc, o iubesc
O iubesc doar pentru ea însăși
O iubesc, o iubesc
O iubesc doar pentru ea însăși.
 
Dacă trebuie să renunț la tot, până la ultimul amic,
Pentru ca trecutul meu să semene cu ce vrea ea,
Aș fi uneori luna și alteori soarele
Pentru a veghea mereu asupra ei.
 
Pentru felul ei de-a iubi,
O iubesc,
Și nu mă întreba de ce,
Căci sfidează rațiunea.
O iubesc,
Ea nu mi-a dat de ales,
Ea e revoluția mea,
Ura mea,
Lumina mea, umbra pașilor mei,
Țara mea, religia mea,
Durerea mea,
Ea înseamnă atât, atât de mult pentru mine!
 
O iubesc, o iubesc
O iubesc doar pentru ea însăși
O iubesc, o iubesc
O iubesc doar pentru ea însăși.
O iubesc, o iubesc
O iubesc doar pentru ea însăși.
 

Farewell, pretty Candy

Versions: #1
Farewell, pretty Candy, it's in Orly
that finish your Paris holidays.
Farewell, pretty Candy, a voice 's calling,
it's time for you to go , already.
 
In this airplane
that is taking you to England.
 
Farewell, pretty Candy, you'll write to me,
as you say, but it's what people say.
Farewell, pretty Candy, I'll miss so much
all your smiles and your mistakes in French.
 
But this airplane
is taking you back to England.
 
Farewell, pretty Candy, Farewell, pretty Candy,
I will become a memory, a holiday picture,
Farewell, pretty Candy, and your lover,
over there, is extremely lucky.
 
Farewell, pretty Candy,
Farewell
Farewell...
 

Chicago

Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
When I see again
My old grandfather in Chicago
He takes out his stories, his gun, his borsalino
And two glasses on a table
and half-true, half-fable
He tells me about prohibition
 
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
 
In an old basement near the palace
Where he was hiding
He made the liquor he resold
To the magistrate
A little outlaw
A little mafia
That's why he's still there
 
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
 
In 1920, when he left the country
He was cheated like the wine he made
Just landed, without knowing how to speak
He took care of whiskey instead
 
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
 
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
 

Emmanuelle

When you feel out of sorts
on some evenings,
You get in disco lasers to get a warming,
You try to turn yourself dizzy in the din,
You ease your way among beautiful ladies.
Sitting before my whisky,
I saw..guess who, tell me..
 
Emmanuelle, like a big sun,
Emmanuelle, more beautiful,
Emmanuelle, before my eyes , a true marvel,
Emmanuelle, out of nowhere,
Emmanuelle, sensual, fair-haired,
Emmanuelle, her big green eyes and her long legs.
 
And so, I got dazzled utterly
She was playing cat and mouse with me,
And as she danced, waving her body,
She was having fun staring at me,
I could no longer bear it,
For me, that was crazy.
 
Emmanuelle, like a big sun,
Emmanuelle, more beautiful,
Emmanuelle, before my eyes , a true marvel,
Emmanuelle, out of nowhere,
Emmanuelle, sensual, fair-haired,
Emmanuelle, her big green eyes and her long legs.
 
Around her, room had been made,
Emmanuelle danced wildly, splendid,
I could see love go by, at last,
I started to dance myself
With Emmanuelle,
 
Emmanuelle, like a big sun,
Emmanuelle, more beautiful,
Emmanuelle, before my eyes , a true marvel,
Emmanuelle, out of nowhere,
Emmanuelle, sensual, fair-haired,
Emmanuelle, her big green eyes and her long legs
 

Baladă veselă despre crâșmari

Baladă veselă despre crâșmari
de Françoys Villon
De arc țintit, de lance înfierată
De șpangă, de măciucă ghintuită
De o ghisarmă, de-aprigă săgeată
De șiș, de toporișcă ascuțită
De cuțitoi, de lamă oțelită
De spadă, de cârlig de vânătoare
De asasini pândind la drumul mare
Le fie corpul jupuit de piele
Iar inima făcută bucățele
Tăiați la gât , încremeniți de groază
Haliți de-ar fi de scroafe și purcele
Crâșmarii care vinul ni-l botează.
 
De arc turcesc, de spată spintecată
Le fie burta și în jar prăjită
De foc grecesc peruca arsă toată
În patru vânturi țeasta răspândită
Să moară-n ștreang de moarte chinuită
De gută vreau să moară fiecare
Mă rog să-i sfredelească-n mădulare
Arzânde suliți înmuiate-n fiere
Zece călăi să-i bată la picere
Sau în oloi să-i fiarbă la amiază
Să fie rupți de patru iepe rele
Crâșmarii care vinul ni-l botează.
 
De tun le fie moaca sfărâmată
De tunete ființa copleșită
Și-ntregul corp, iar carnea sfâșiată
De câini mastifi, de fulgere lovită
Vedere să și-o piardă-ntr-o clipită
Și bântuiți de ploi și de ninsoare
Furtunile într-una să-i doboare
Goi, tremurânzi, lipsiți de toate cele
Urlând sub lovituri și de durere
În Rin zvârliți, apoi cuprinși de groază
Tocați să fie sub baroase grele
Crâșmarii care vinul ni-l botează.
 
Prințe, le deie Domnul doar belele
Venin în mațe, scurgeri la găoază
Acestor hoți, acestor mari lichele
Crâșmarii care vinul ni-l botează.
 
Traducere: Adrian Vasiliu
 

Joy

Joy, it's an autumn morning,
Joy, and the leaves are already falling.
Joy, you've amazed me already:
Joy, you already take your bottle by yourself
Like one holds a saxophone.
(Chorus)
Vanilla scent,
Sparkling love,
She's undressing me
With her shining eyes.
Vanilla scent,
In my family
No one's more sweet
Than this little girl.
Joy, you're already singing,
Joy, your voice captivates me,
Joy, when you're whirling around,
Joy, my heart shivers,
(But) with a kiss, you're forgiven.
(Chorus)
Oh, Joy…!
Joy, I love (you) like a grown up person already,
Joy, like a stork
Which gives you the gift of life.
(Chorus)
 

Dacă iubirea încă există

Dacă iubirea încă există,
Ea seamănă cu trupul tău.
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Strânge-mă-n brațe mai tare.
 
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Lângă tine, când adorm,
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Strânge-mă-n brațe mai tare.
 
Nimeni
N-a știut vreodată să-mi spună
Cuvintele iubirii,
Cuvintele din inimă,
Ceva cum ar fi ”Te iubesc!”
 
În seara asta
Viața îmi pare frumoasă.
Iubirea a dat din aripi,
Aterizând...pe tine și pe mine.
 
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Ea seamănă cu cei douăzeci de ani ai tăi,
În soare, care cu tandrețe
Ne face să uităm de timp.
 
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Lângă tine, când adorm,
Dacă iubirea încă există,
Strânge-mă-n brațe...mai tare...
 

Frumoase! Frumoase! Frumoase!

Într-o zi tata mi-a zis:
”Fiule, te văd ieșind seara.
La vârsta ta, sunt lucruri
Pe care un băiat trebuie să le știe.
Fetele, vezi tu, ai grijă,
Nu sunt ce crezi tu.
 
Ele sunt toate
Frumoase, frumoase, frumoase ca ziua,
Frumoase, frumoase, frumoase ca iubirea.
 
Ele te vor face nebun de bucurie,
Nebun de durere, dar crede-mă,
Mai nebun după ele, ele, ele pe zi ce trece.
Apoi din ce în ce mai multe fete
Tu vei întâlni.
Poate că-ntr-o seară
Vei uita să te mai întorci.
Mai multe vei vedea, mai multe vei avea
Și mai mult vei înțelege.
În acele momente îți vei aminti
Ce-a spus bătrânul tău tată:
 
Ele sunt toate
Frumoase, frumoase, frumoase ca ziua,
Frumoase, frumoase, frumoase ca iubirea.
 
Ele te vor face nebun de bucurie,
Nebun de durere, dar crede-mă,
Mai nebun după ele, ele, ele pe zi ce trece.
Într-o zi o vei vedea, în sfârșit,
N-ai să te poți înșela.
Vei dori să-i spui c-o iubești,
Dar n-ai să mai poți să vorbești.
Cât ai clipi, cu ea te vei uni,
La bine și la rău.
Dar tu vei păstra adevărata fericire
Acolo, în ochii inimii tale.
 
Ea va fi
Frumoasă, frumoasă, frumoasă ca ziua,
Frumoasă, frumoasă, frumoasă ca iubirea.
 
Cum i-am spus și eu mamei tale,
Îi vei spune ei, sărutând-o:
Tu ești frumoasă, frumoasă, frumoasă ca ziua,
Frumoasă, frumoasă, frumoasă ca iubirea,
Frumoasă, frumoasă, frumoasă ca ziua.”
 

I Wish

It's a small town where I wake up
One from wich I always wanted to escape
Don't judge me
If you fight against the monsters
Beware not to become one of them
Beware not to become one of them
 
I'm conscious
It's clearly too late
I've lived enough to step in a trap
It's no advantage
If you belive that the monsters are real
Beware not to become one of them
Beware not to become one of them
 
I wish for a better future for us toghether
In a country without blood on the ground
I wish for less crime and less hate
I don't know who my people are
I don't know who my people are
 
Here I am now
In the same boat
I'm out
But they pull me in again
I can't choose side
If you mix with the bad crowd
Then the pigs will swallow you
Then the pigs will swallow you
 
I wish for a better future for us toghether
In a country without blood on the ground
I wish for less crime and less hate
I don't know who my people are
I don't know who my people are
 
I don't know who my people are
I don't know who my people are
 

The telephone weeps

(Child) Hello!
 
(Dad) Listen, is your mum nearby?
Please tell her: 'Mum, there's someone for you.'
 
(C) Ah, it's the gentleman from last time?
Ok, I'll go find her
I think she's taking a bath
and I don't know if she can come.
 
(D) Tell her, please, tell her it's important
I am going to wait.
 
(C) Tell me, have you done something to my mum?
She is gesturing to me
she is whispering to me 'Make him believe I'm not here.'
 
(D) Tell me, how is your house?
Do you learn your lessons every evening?
 
(C) Oh yes! But since my mum works
a neighbor takes me to school.
There's only one signature on my booklet,
others have those of their dads, I don't.
 
(D) Oh, tell her I suffer
I have been suffering for six years,
it's your age, my child.
 
(C) Ah, no. I am five years old.
Eh, tell me, have you already met my mum?
For she has never told me about you.
Stay on the line, eh!
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Will you be at the hotel Beau-Rivage for the upcoming holidays?
Do you like the beach?
 
(C) Oh yes, I love bathing
and I can also swim.
But tell me, how do you know the hotel Beau-Rivage?
Have you been to Sainte Maxime too?
 
(P) Oh, tell her my suffering
how much I love both of you!
 
(C) I love you? But I have never seen you
What's up?
Your voice is different, why?
But... you are crying, why?
 
(D) The telephone weeps when she doesn't come
When he cries 'I love you'
the words die inside the handset.
The telephone weeps, don't hang up
I am so close to you with my voice.
Tell me, listen, yes
The telephone weepsfor the last time
because tomorrow I will be at the bottom of a train.
Tell me, stall her.
 
(C) But she's going away
 
(D) Insist!
 
(C) She's gone
 
(D) If she's gone, so be it.
 
(C) Goodbye, sir.
 
(D) Goodbye, little one.
 

Mă gândesc la tine

Mă trezesc, mă gândesc la tine.
E însorit, mă gândesc la tine.
Ei îmi dau telefon, vorbesc, mă gândesc la tine.
Cu ea, mă gândesc la tine.
”La ce oră diseară?” Mă gândesc la tine.
”Unde mergem?”, îmi spune ea. Mă gândesc la tine.
 
Nici nu mai știu unde ești,
Nici ce ai mai făcut,
Dar asta nu contează prea tare.
Pașii noștri rătăcesc prin oraș,
Către noi drumuri,
Care nu se încrucișează decât întâmplător, întâmplător.
 
”Se face târziu...”, mă gândesc la tine.
”Să mergem înăuntru”, mă gândesc la tine.
”N-am fost prea nostim în seara asta”, mă gândesc la tine.
Noi facem dragoste, mă gândesc la tine.
În zorii zilei, mă gândesc la tine,
Nu pot să dorm, mă gândesc la tine.
 
Nici nu mai știu unde ești,
Nici ce ai mai făcut,
Dar asta nu contează prea tare.
Pașii noștri rătăcesc prin oraș,
Către noi drumuri,
Care nu se încrucișează decât întâmplător, întâmplător.
 
Noaptea se sfârșește, mă gândesc la tine,
Chiar și când visez mă gândesc la tine.
Fumez o altă țigară, mă gândesc la tine.
Răsare soarele, mă gândesc la tine.
Cu ochii întredeschiși, mă gândesc la tine.
Nu mai dorm deloc, mă gândesc la tine.
 

Viorile țiganilor

Rădăcini în timpul iernii,
căldura tatălui meu.
E o lumină hilară
care adesea strălucește peste mine.
Știa cu a sa privire
să mă facă să cred că e fericit,
în adâncul periferiei sale,
chiar și-n zilele cele mai negre.
 
Mi-aș fi dorit toate viorile țiganilor,
să-ți încălzesc sufletul,
să-ți ofer toate femeile.
Mi-aș fi dorit iubirea și vodca
să râd în hohote, să fac un cântec pentru tine.
 
Nu sunt deloc Ceaikovski,
nu e decât o melodie.
Ca să vorbești despre Varșovia,
n-ai nevoie de o simfonie.
 
Obiceiurile tatălui meu,
toate lucrurile din trecut,
familia și războiul
au fost niște repere.
 
Mi-aș fi dorit toate viorile țiganilor,
să-ți încălzesc sufletul,
să-ți ofer toate femeile.
Mi-aș fi dorit iubirea și vodca,
să râd în hohote, să fac un cântec pentru tine.
 
Singur în imensa zăpadă,
acolo sus eu că tu dansezi.
În mijlocul tăcerii,
nu-mi place absența ta.
Nu există o carte atât de mare
pentru toate sentimentele mele.
Am vrut să rămân copil,
De ce ai plecat atât de repede?
 
Mi-aș fi dorit toate viorile țiganilor,
să-ți încălzesc sufletul,
să-ți ofer toate femeile.
Mi-aș fi dorit iubirea și vodca,
să râd în hohote, să fac un cântec pentru tine.
 
Mi-aș fi dorit toate viorile țiganilor,
să-ți încălzesc sufletul,
să-ți ofer toate femeile.
Mi-aș fi dorit iubirea și vodca,
să râd în hohote, să fac un cântec pentru tine.
 

Căzut în capcana iubirii

Am căzut din vârful unui ghețar,
Dintr-un alt spațiu, unde tu nu erai.
Am căzut dintr-un pol al frigului
Dintr-o Alaskă, înghețată fără tine.
Și toată zăpada s-a dus,
Încălzită de acea febră.
Și nu am niciun dubiu:
Am căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine.
 
Am căzut dintr-un vid imens,
O zi norocoasă, ce evident.
Am căzut din capătul unui oraș.
Mi-e inima agitată după exil,
Și toată teama s-a dus,
Răsturnată de acea febră.
Și nu am niciun dubiu:
Am căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine.
 
Căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine,
După zile fără bucurie.
Căzut, căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine.
Îți jur că n-am să mă ridic de aici.
 
Am căzut dintr-un tren care trece.
Timpul dispare, eu mi-am găsit locul.
Am căzut dintr-o altă lume
În două secunde de magie blondă.
Și întreaga noapte s-a risipit,
Luminată de acea febră.
Și nu am niciun dubiu:
Am căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine.
 
Căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine,
După zile fără bucurie.
Căzut, căzut în capcana iubirii pentru tine.
Îți jur că n-am să mă ridic de aici.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine, de tine.
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine,
Îndrăgostit, îndrăgostit de tine.
 

Adio, scumpă Candy

Adio, scumpă Candy! În Orly
Se sfârșesc vacanțele la Paris.
Adio, scumpă Candy! O voce te cheamă,
S-a făcut, deja, ora să pleci.
 
În acest avion,
Care te duce în Anglia.
 
Adio, scumpă Candy! Tu o să-mi scrii,
Spui tu, dar mereu zici așa.
Adio, scumpă Candy! Am să regret
Surâsul tău și greșelile tale de franceză.
 
Dar acest avion
Te duce înapoi în Anglia.
 
Adio, scumpă Candy! Adio, scumpă Candy!
Voi deveni un suvenir, o poză de vacanță.
Adio, scumpă Candy! Cel care te iubește
Acolo, are mare noroc.
 
Adio Candy!
Adio!
Adio!
 

The miserable singer

And I'm wondering if you're still existing,
And I'm wondering if your heart is north
If you make love at night when you're about to fall asleep
And all those kinds of things
But nothing has changed for me, I kept you
 
And I'm wondering who might touch your hair
And I'm wondering if you're near a fire
If you said to him those words you told me
And all those kinds of things
But while I'm thinking about this, you, you're forgetting me
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 
And I'm wondering if we'll see each other again
And I'm wondering if you'll still remeber
If we'll only become friends
And all those kinds of things
But you've probably forgotten we've loved each other
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 
Like a miserable singer
No one listens to
Like a miserable singer
People don't love anymore
Even though you're not here anymore
I'm still singing for you
And I'm wondering if you'll hear me
 

Alexandria, Alexandra

Versions: #2
Rah ! Ha ! Rah ! Ha !
 
Veil on the girls, boats on the Nile
I'm in your life, I'm in your arms
Alexandria, Alexandra
Alexandria, where love dances with the night
I've more appetite than a barracuda
 
I'll drink the whole Nile if you don't get back to me
I'll drink the whole Nile if you don't hold me back
Alexandria, Alexandra
Alexandria, where love dances into your arms
Tonight I've got fever and you're freezing to death
 
The port mermaids of Alexandria
Are still singing the same tune
The Alexandria lighthouse light
Is making the butterflies of my youth wreck
 
Rah ! Ha ! Rah ! Ha !
 
Veil on the girls, boats on the Nile
I'm in your life, I'm in your sheets
Alexandria, Alexandra
Alexandria, where everything begins and ends
I've more appetite than a barracuda
 
I'll eat you raw if you don't get back to me
I'll eat you raw if you don't hold me back
Alexandria, Alexandra
Alexandria, tonight I'm dancing on your sheets
I'll eat you raw if you don't hold me back
 
The port mermaids of Alexandria
Are still singing the same tune
The Alexandria lighthouse light
Is making the butterflies of my youth wreck
 
Rah ! Ha ! Rah ! Ha !
Veil on the girls, boats on the Nile
 
Alexandria, Alexandra
Tonight I've got fever and you're freezing to death
Tonight, I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing into your arms
 
Go ahead, dance ! Yes, dance !
Dance, dance, dance, dance !
 
Alexandria, Alexandra
Tonight, I'm dancing, I'm dancing, I'm dancing into your arms
 

As usual

I get up
And I jostle you
You don't wake up
As usual
 
On you,
I pull the sheet up
I'm afraid you're cold
As usual
 
My hand
Barely touches your hair
Almost despite myself
As usual
 
But you
You're turning your back on me
As usual
 
And then
I quickly dress up
I leave the bedroom
As usual
 
All alone
I drink my coffe
I'm late
As usual
 
Noiselessly
I leave the house
Everything's grey outside
As usual
 
I'm cold
I pull my collar up
As usual
 
As usual
All day long
I'll play
I'll pretend
 
As usual
I'll smile
Yes, as usual
I'll even laugh
As usual
And at last, I'll live
Yes, as usual
 
And then
Day will pass
And I'll come back
As usual
 
You
You'll be out
Not here yet
As usual
 
All alone
I'll put myself to bed
Into this big cold bed
As usual
 
My tears
I'll hide them
As usual
 
As usual
Even at night
I'll play
I'll pretend
 
As usual
You'll come in
As usual
I'll wait for you
As usual
You'll smile at me
Yes, as usual
 
As usual
You'll undress
As usual
You'll put yourself to bed
As usual
We'll kiss
As usual
 
As usual
We'll pretend
Yes, as usual
We'll make love
Yes, as usual
We'll pretend
Yes, as usual...
 

Eternal tenancy

Feeling danger slowly building up again and again
Children memories1 rolling down the slope
 
Blowing sets anything ablaze
I swallow ashes
We are rekindled
 
Even if I had
found you again,
the obscure tunes
that grab our common past
start up again.
 
Looks like he strived
to be loved.
He chases you,
even if you become wiser
even if you move place2
and so do I
 
I've aged a few years
since I nailed the pages of love
on the doorsteps of the room
where love had found me.
And I thought I chucked it all out.
 
That was not counting the flats
where I lived,
that in turn keep living inside me.
 
And this eternal tenancy3
And this eternal tenancy is a wing cutter
 
For all that aloof
For all that distrustful
Our summoned voices
however insane they might be,
I like to talk with them.
 
Feeling danger slowly building up again and again
Blowing sets anything ablaze
We will turn to ashes
Will we be soothed ?
 

• 1. could mean 'memories of children' or 'children-memories'
• 2. that can also mean 'go crazy'
• 3. 'tenancy agreement'

As Always

Verse 1
I get up, caress you a little, I won't wake you up, yes, as always.
On you, I'll roll up the blue blanket, yes, as always
And then I'll caress your hair, yes, as always
But you, you won't look at me, yes, as always.
 
Verse 2
And then, I'll be quiet, you know, I'll go to the other room, yes, as always.
There I'll drink my coffee, and it'll be already late, yes, as always.
I won't look back anymore, I have to run, yes, as always
But you, you won't understand, yes, as always
 
Chorus
And, as always, my day, I'll gamble with it, I'll lose it
And, as always, we'll laugh, yes, as always, about you and me
And, as always, I won't care, yes, as always.
 
Verse 3
And then everything will end, I'll come back, yes, as always.
And you, you be there, you'll still be away, yes, as always.
And I, I'll feel so useless, yes, as always
My tears, I'll hide them, yes, as always.
 
Chorus
But, as always, my night, I'll gamble with it, I'll win it.
Yes, as always, you'll come back, yes, as always, I'll wait for you
And, as always, you'll smile at me, yes, as always
And, as always, we'll hug, yes, as always, we'll kiss
And, as always, love will win, yes, as always.
And, as always, we'll hug, yes, as always, we'll kiss
And, as always, love will win, yes, as always.
 
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Secrets words

Our old dog understood englsih
And never stop to be upset
So we spell all words that we don't want he understand
Yes we say S-U-G-A-R
Becase if he take more than two
We must going to make him a I-N-J-E-C-T-I-O-N
 
He does'nt support that we considere him like
A-N-I-M-A-L
And he doesn't want to that we
O-F-F-L-E-A-S-H him
 
If I put Susie on my knees
It make him really jealous
So we're waiting he's aslept
For K-I-S-S-I-N-G us
Quietly without he glances us
 
We have trouble in all the block
He's thinlikg only to love (as his master)
However he's all peeled
Old beau style
Beside his littles L-E-G-S
He did really well for having
B-A-S-T-A-R-D-S
with all the she-dogs around.
 
When I told to Susie, we need to bring him
Without offending him
To the V-E-T-E-R-I-N-A-R-Y, the vet
In order to C-A-S-T-R-A-T-E him
That's where he told us : Hey, you two
don't take me for a M-O-R-O-N
don't take me for a M-O-R-O-N
Oh yeah !
 

The woman in blue

Who's that beautiful stranger
The lady in blue alone at her table
Seeing her has made me go crazy
How I long for her to look at me
I've seen a woman with so much charm
Get bored
And if I was going to talk to her...
Maybe she'd then be able to speak to me.
 
Because of a look
Now nothing more separates us
I'm in love
With the lady in blue
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
You attract me and you charm me
You made me fall in love
With the woman in blue.
 
Tell me we'll see each other again
That it's not the story of [just] one evening
I want to hold you in my arms
For fear of not seeing you again.
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
Come and dance one more time
I imagine your body naked
Inviting me with each step.
 
Because of a glance
Now nothing more separates us
I'm in love
With the lady in blue
You, my beauty, beautiful stranger
You attract me and you charm me
You made me fall in love
With the woman in blue.
 

I Think About You

I Wake, I think about you
It's sunny, I think about you
Someone calls me, I talk, I think about you
With her, I think about you
What time tonight, I think about you
Where we're going, she tells me
I think about you
 
I don't even know where you are anymore , nor that which you become.
But that really isn't important
Our step goes astray in the city
Towards some new paths
That only intersect by a stroke of luck
Of luck
 
He's late, I think avout you
If we went back in, I think of you
I wasn't very funny tonight
I thought about you
We make love, I think about you
Early morning, I think of you
I don't sleep, I think about you
 
I don't even know where you are anymore , nor that which you become.
But that really isn't important
Our step goes astray in the city
Towards some new paths
That only intersect by a stroke of luck
Of luck
 
I think about you
I think about you
 
The night ends, I think about you
Even when I dream, I think about you
I smoke another cigarette, I think about you
The night ends, I think about you
 
Eyes half closed, I think about you
I don't sleep anymore, I think about you
 
I think about you
It's sunny, I think about you
I think about you (x4)
 

Timoleon

Born of a magnificent mother who posed for Picasso
And a photogenic father like Rudolph Valentino
Above his cradle we'd see passing the fairies
He had all, really all, to be a beautiful baby.
 
Timoleon, despite some details was a beautiful boy
Two heads, six arms, one eye and four legs
But it isn't important, pardon ?
 
We'll tell you that at school, he was always the first
When we ask him a question, he answer everytime
It's true that he had two heads, one say 'yes', the other 'no'
as they shaking toghether, he was always right !
 
Timoleon, despite some details was a beautiful boy
Two heads, six arms, one eye and four legs
But it isn't important, pardon ?
 
He was a great pianist, more dexterious than Chopin
Alone he turn the page while playing with five hands
In the Army, same thing, he became a sniper
Cause he had just one eye, he was the faster to aim
 
Timoleon, despite some details was a beautiful boy
Two heads, six arms, one eye and four legs
But it isn't important, pardon ?
 
He won in the Hendaye games the 4x110 yards dash
And won two medals, that a lot for a Frenchman !
As he had four legs, and nothing forbids that
He finished first and second, we'd never saw that !
 
Timoleon, despite some details was a beautiful boy
Two heads, six arms, one eye and four legs
But it isn't important, pardon ?
 
Older than Methuselah, one day he quitted life
And it was without any problem that he go to Paradise
When Saint Peter open the door, the first thing he saw
It's that God and angels were all made like him !
 
Timoleon, despite some details was a beautiful boy
Two heads, six arms, one eye and four legs
But it isn't important, pardon ?
 

A French Song

It`s a romance, written in France
A melody on which I met you
You talked to me about English records
I taught you how to talk to me about street love
French girl, you understood
That it's not all gold that comes from across the Channel
Since that day, dead leaves
And white roses are songs of love
You are the midday sun, the aroma of Normandy
The taste of good wine, the taste of life
 
(Chorus)
You are beautiful like, kind like a French song
You are simple like, gentle like a French song
Come be a romantic
You sing when everything's going badly
You always have an attitude
That doesn't believe in worrying in life
 
Yes, you are proud like, gentle like a French song
You have the good sense and the heart of a French song
Yes, almost as beautiful and loyal, as traditional
As a timeless song
You make love like in a French Song
 
Fog and rain, a winter`s evening
I`m coming back in a car speeding towards Paris
You're keeping me warm and while we drive
I put on the radio as to not fall asleep
But near 110, the road is slippery
It's a downpour, quickly, we must find shelter
I was under duress from the lightning
Suddenly, we were the only ones on Earth
 
Under an Italian poplar that served as a lightning rod
You became my most beautiful chorus
(Chorus)
Yes
(Chorus)
 

I sing songs

Versions: #2
It is written, beneath my name, on the bottom of my passport:
'He lives of songs, has received thirty gold records.'
That I was born the day I sang
 
I sing songs to make people dream
I sing songs to make people smile
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you
 
And I learned by heart the two pages of my first fan
letter
And I kept it ten days, pinned
On the sky-blue paper, at my hotel
 
I sing songs to make people dream.
I sing songs to make people smile.
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you.
 
I nearly can do nothing with my hands.
Who am I in front of a mason or a carpenter?
 
But when it's just asked for some dream or sorrow,
I am here and I give what I have, like a man
And here is all my life...
I sing...
 
I sing songs to make people dream.
I sing songs to make people smile.
To love one an other you may need
Someone else to tell you.(x2)
 

The only thirteen verses sonnet and the reason thereof

All these new words, they give me the run-around.
In dictionaries1 they are nowhere to be found
And I often find myself staring in wonder
at those, which seem to defy natural order:
 
Beowulfrid, benzinoscope, extralongshore,
chattycacious, loudbraymaniac, tomcatize,
spinotron, cheesophage, roalddahlize,
whatsworthoid, taylorous, what is all that for?
 
But among them is a word impronounceable.
Under a rough sound, its meanig delectable,
it is the word: oulichnblkrtssfrllnns.
 
I was wrong to call upon it for a sonnet
for I can't find a rhyme for frllnns.
 

• 1. The illustrated Larousse is a popular French dictionary

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Dance, my life

One morning I left the harbour.
I set forth with a carefree heart,
not knowing where North was
and hoping only for a good wind
Mmmmm a good wind.
 
I crossed paths with a thousand people,
none of them smarter than me.
They fought the hurricane,
holding fast to any odd thing.
Mmmmm any odd thing
 
Come on and dance, dance, my life,
like a ship rolling on the waves,
roll, roll, roll, my life
like a star, like the universe.
Come on and sway, sway, sway, my life
like a charriot on a rocky path.
Bang, bang, bang, my life,
like a plane ripping through the air.
 
Some nights we're blue at first,
when storms get too heavy.
To ward off bad luck
we sing love songs yet again
Mmmmm love songs
 
Come on and dance, dance, my life,
like a ship rolling on the waves,
roll, roll, roll, my life
like a star, like the universe.
Come on and sway, sway, sway, my life
like a charriot on a rocky path.
Bang, bang, bang, my life,
like a plane ripping through the air.
 
[spoken]
Come on, dance, my life, dance
Show us how well you can dance.
You are pretty, appealing, arousing, captivating.
You are a woman
And, you see, tonight I look at you more closely than usual.
For once, I'm in no hurry.
Come on, dance , my life, be nice.
Give me a smile, you can sile so well when you want.
I love you, I love you, I love you so much.
 
Come on and dance, dance, my life,
like a ship rolling on the waves,
roll, roll, roll, my life
like a star, like the universe.
Come on and sway, sway, sway, my life
like a charriot on a rocky path.
Bang, bang, bang, my life,
like a plane ripping through the air.
 
Come on and dance, dance, my life,
like a ship rolling on the waves,
roll, roll, roll, my life
like a star, like the universe.
Come on and sway, sway, sway, my life
like a charriot on a rocky path.
Bang, bang, bang, my life,
like a plane ripping through the air.
 
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Portuguese washerwomen

Have you heard of the washerwomen
You may see in Portugal
Especially by the river
In the city of Setubal?
They don't really work in wash houses
But rather in birdhouses
You should hear and see them
Beat out the rythm of their songs with their beaters
 
      As long as there's laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there's laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
    And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
When a man comes by
Especially if he is young and good-looking
Their straps fall down right away
From their fresh shoulders
But if it's a tramp
Or even some kind of old hidalgo
They play at sending him water
Singing in a scratchy voice
 
      As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
At dawn the washerwomen
Leave with their white linen
You should see their proud figures
Standing out on the twilight sky
With their basket balanced on their head
Like ancient goddesses
You could hear slowly fading away the sound
Of their chorus and their soft steps
 
      As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall drink manzanilla 1
 
    As long as there is laundry to be washed
 
    We shall do without men
 
    And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
      And hit, and hit and hit with your beater
 
    And hit, and hit, you'll sleep better tonight
 
    And hit, and hit...
 
1 In the present case, a type of sherry
 

Wail of the unfaithful

Good folks,
Listen to the sad song
Of stray lovers
Suffering their torment
Because they loved
Unfaithful women
Who cheated them
Disgracefully
 
Beware, cruel women,
They could well retaliate
Sorrow is not eternal
Even for the best of lovers
 
Beaten with your own weapons
You will know in turn
Despair and tears
Of distrust and love.
 
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
 
Good folks,
Hear the chorus of cruel girls
Lawless and faithless,
Cheated by their lovers
Because they loved
Unfaithful women
They take their revenge
Victoriously
 
Ah! Suffer my turtledoves
Now you are short of a lover!
It's your turn to feel the torment
Of deadly dismay
 
Shed your pretty tears
Yes, weep, it's your turn indeed
You had to surrender your weapons
And love is dead, love lives forever!
 
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
A heart for a heart
A tooth for a tooth
Such is the rule for lovers
 

The March of the Kings

Early in the morning,
I encountered the train
Of three great Kings who were going on a voyage,
Early in the morning,
I encountered the train
Of three great Kings on the great path.
 
First came the bodyguards,
The men-at-arms with thirty little pages,
First came the bodyguards
The men-at-arms in their waistcoats.
 
Then on a carriage,
Among the standards
It’s Melchior, Balthazar, and Gaspar
The star shines which guides the kings
Along the long path
Before a poor stable.
 
The star shines
And which guides the Kings,
By longs paths before the humble recess.
 
To the Son of God
Who was born in this place
They come one and all to present their homage,
To the Son of God
Who was born in this place
They come one and all to present their sweet vows.
 
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Are the beautiful presents,
Which they have brought
For this adorable child
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense
Which they have brought for this divine child.
 

Walk straight ahead

walk straight ahead
that girl there
who do
n'la not see
 
walking straight
that girl
who do
it leaves cold
this is the kind of girl
to which everyone
woos
you do it turns
not around
 
walking straight
that girl
it's like that
you will get it
 
walking straight
that girl
do not look particularly
 
walking straight
that girl
would make you lose
your cool
 
She is too cute
risk for thee
You could
not resist
 
walking straight
that girl
It is definitely for you
 
walking straight
that girl
I am sure you will get it
 
walking straight
but when thou shalt
Here it is she who will tell you
The girls on what you love
well you go
Now it's over
 
walking straight
that girl
do not look particularly
Where you'll have to deal
me
 

The Leaning Tower of Pisa

We'll do travels
My love if you're good
I'm your Romeo
And you're my Juliette
In the movies the heros
Are never very above-board
 
You were only a tourist
At the foot of London's tower
By the Tamise
You were only a tourist
At the foot of the Leaning Tower of Pisa
Waiting for it to collapse
 
To spice up my gin-fizz
You added a zest
Of tears in the shaker
You lost your shirt in it
And I, I took a jacket
In your heart's closet
 
I was your Romeo
You werre my Juliette
In the movies the heros
Were looking very honest
That's love
We say that it's always flowing
 
Twenty-four very blurry images of crazy love per second