Sync Different

La main dans la main, traverser les boulevardsLes yeux dans les yeux comme un roman de gare
J’ai toujours sur moi, un pola de toi.

Marcher sous la pluie avec toi dans la nuit
C’est pas un problème, dis moi juste «
je t’aime
»
Les bijoux, les fleurs, je vois la vie en couleur.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.

Quand viendra le jour où tu ne seras plus là
Tu sais mon amour j’aurai toujours sur moi.
Tu sais devines quoi? Un pola de toi.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble a ça.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.



English translation :

ROMANTIC NOVEL

Hand in hand, crossing the boulevards
Eye to eye, like in a romantic novel
I always have on me, a polaroid of you.

Walking in the rain with you in the night
It's not a problem, just tell me “I love you”
The jewels, the flowers, I see life in color.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

When the day comes when you will no longer be here
You know, my love, I will always have on me
You know, guess what, a polaroid of you.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

You’ll Turn Blizzard Into ZephyrAuteur/compositeur
: Thomas Rozès

The icy head wind of truth rises.A mantle of snow will soon cover my innocence.
Sweetie, your heart is so warm,You’ll turn blizzard into zephyr.
Then will come out the rainbows,Sunflowers shall bloom on your land

I want to tell you something
but I don't know what
I'm feeling happy but
I don't know why


Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell you
maybe tomorrow

coupl 2
I got something
I want to tell you
I won't wait 'til
it's too late

ref 2
Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell
maybe tomorrow

coupl 3
I wanna tell you something
give you something
Show you in so many ways
But I can't wait

Ref 3
Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell
maybe tomorrow

pont
I want to tell you
I want to tell you something

maybe tomorrow
maybe tomorrow..

You've been talking in your sleep
Your dreams appear to be not so light these nights Couldn't help, I heard you weep
I bought some tickets, our plane leaves tomorrow
Let's go find some place where we've never been Shouldn't be that hard to find
All those spaces we've never traveled in
Let us go before we lose our minds
We've been talking about it forever
Now what about making it happen
Sometimes we have to say "It's now or never" I'm tired of words, what we need is some action
Let's go hitch hike some roads we've never known Shouldn't be that hard to find
I promise you we'll never be alone
Let us go before we lose our minds

Mrs. Sunshine, you're strong enough to smile Do you need me, do you need me anymore? I could settle and watch you from my tower Would it make me, would it make me nice?
Mrs. Feather, you're brave enough to fly
Do you love me, do you love me anymore?
I could give up, I'm sure you'd understand
But would you want me, would you want me in your land?
Mrs. Flower, you sleep within my cave
Do you see me, do you see me anymore? Hear this song and tell me if it's good
Is it good enough, is it good enough for you?
Mrs. Sunshine, don't miss the point I love you
Mrs. Sunshine, you chase the dark away And I need you
I need you
Mrs. Feather, you raise my lead soul to the sky And I love you
I love you

There’s no way I could win against you I’m a sword and you’re the water Rusting me
I don’t care for titles, they’re yours to keep ‘Cause I’m leaving anyway
Now war with yourself

I .L.Y.


Ref 1

i......
lov....
you...
I LOVE YOU SO
WHAT CAN I DO ?

Coupl 1

only once for me
only once for you
make me feel for real
yes yes yes i do
yes yes love me do houuuu


ref 2

i......
lov....
you...
i love you so
oh yes it's true

bridg

babe i can't explain it
you make me feel so good
why don't you stay ?

coupl 2
Kiss me one more time
I can't sleep tonight
when i close my eyes
No way to realise

ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon
ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir
ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie
ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi

ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour
Qui ne durera pas toujours

ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin
ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution
ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon
ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments


English translation :

PARIS
ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts
ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side
ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ
Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you
ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever
ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving
To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work
ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution
ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers

unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon
ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals