Gérard Manset - Genre humain versuri traducere în engleză
Human race
I walked along the river Seine
And reached the Pont des Arts
That's where I used to go
Taking Beaux-Arts street
To have a hot chocolate
And a round loaf
Settling down at the very back
With the human race
And through Le Havre street
Where I went back
When I fell out
With the human race
For a blue stop-over
With strange flying sparks
Full of destitutes
Not far from Saint-Lazare street
When I sat down
I saw someone coming
He was lonely too
It was just a kid
He wanted to follow me
He gave me his hand
But he didn't know
I had fallen out
That very morning
What's you name
Shivering all the same
In an low quality wool
Overcoat
Watching The Louvre
Amidst the moths
What's your name
Who has hurt you?
And I cursed myself
Because I knew myself so well
My friends the stars
Tell me the reason why
Above the shelters
How can it be so cold
How can it be so dark
Then we drank
A whole bottle of wine
Have you got one too
A little slut
He had one indeed
A brunette lover
Like a clean spot
In the moon dust
That came down
To ride him
We walked
Until the early hours
Through Vincennes Gate
Then towards Les Lilas
I have known many
Such flowers
That danced under the wind
Now I wonder
What happened to him
Women had come around
They took him away
To get rid of his lice
Under a burning shower
But he bit them
His first name is mine
When I fell out
With the human race
His first name is mine
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01.02.2025
Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
01.02.2025
On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
01.02.2025
Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
singable
01.02.2025
At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...