Sync Different

I wanna say to the starsThat light the skyMy tears to dryAnd scold that doggoned moonWho drives me loon and makes me croon
She’s on my mind foreverAnd I may be wrong for the rest of my daysBut I can’t ignore the girl next door
You must believe in the sun that’s shining aboveBurning my loveAnd if I forgot to eat or sleep and prayI have to sayHappiness is all that I wishI want you to cuddle and kiss
I’m so sorryFor lovin’ you so
She’s on my mind foreverAnd I’ll be waiting for the rest of my daysThe one I adore the girl next door
You must believe in the sun that shines aboveBurning my loveAnd if I forgot to eat or sleep and prayI have to sayHappiness is all that I wishI want you to cuddle and kiss
FR:
I’m so sorryPlease believe meI’m so sorryFor lovin’ you so
Je veux dire aux étoilesQui éclairent le cielQu’elles sèchent mes larmesEt qu’elle gronde cette sacrée luneQui me rend fou et me fait chantonnerElle est éternellement dans mes penséesEt j’aurais peut-être tort pour le restant de mes joursMais je ne peux pas ignorer la fille d’à côté.
Il faut croire en le soleil qui brille au-dessus de nousBrûlant mon amourEt si j’oublie de manger, de dormir et de prierJe dois dire que la joie est tout ce que je souhaiteJe veux te caliner et t’embrasser.

Most of all I love youAnd more than this, I need youI dream of you all day longI’m just like a childI must say
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI’m so sad; it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you
I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsThose tears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you
I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsTears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,You’re my girl,And most of all I love you
FR:
Surtout je t’aimeEt de plus j’ai besoin de toiJe rêve de toi toute la journéeEt je dois dire que je suisComme un enfantEt surtout
j’essaie de garder ton cœuret de te donner le mien.Je suis tellement triste, il est temps que je confesse,Que j’ai raté le bateau du bonheurEt surtout, je t’aime
Je donnerais toutPour te retrouver dans mes rêvesCes larmes tombant du cielCar le soleil se couche quand tu pars
Surtoutj’essaie de garder ton cœuret de te donner le mien.
Je suis d’accord il est temps que je confesse,Que j’ai raté le bateau du bonheurEt surtout, je t’aime

When the blackbird in the Spring,On the willow tree,Sat and rocked, I heard him sing,Singing Aura Lea.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Maid with golden hair;Sunshine came along with thee,And swallows in the air.
In thy blush the rose was born,Music, when you spake,Through thine azure eye the morn,Sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Birds of crimson wing,Never song have sung to me,As in that sweet spring.
Swing through winter fitfully,On the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see,Gloom will soon depart;For to me, sweet Aura LeaIs sunshine through the heart.
When the mistletoe was green,Midst the winter's snows,Sunshine in thy face was seen,Kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Take my golden ring;Love and light return with thee,And swallows with the spring.
FR:
Quand le merle au printempsSur le saule pleureurS’assit et se balança, je l’entendis chanter,Il chantait Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaDemoiselle aux cheveux d’orLe soleil arriva avec vousEt les hirondelles volaientLa rose naquit en rougissantLa musique quand vous parliezDans ton œil d’azurLe matin étincelant sembla se lever.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaLes oiseaux aux ailes écarlatesN’ont jamais chanté commeEn ce doux printempsAura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaTangue dans l’air turbulant d’hiver.
Mais si je vois tes yeux bleusMon cafard partira bientôtCar pour moi douce Aura LeaEst le soleil qui transperce le cœur
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaQuand le gui était vertParmi les neiges d’hiverOn voyait le soleil sur ton visageEmbrasser les lèvres roses.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaPrenez mon anneau d’orL’amour et la lumière reviennent avec vous

I don't care the way you smile, the way you talk to me (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
I don't care the way you walk, the way you comb your hair (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
You can beg me, you can cry, opening your arms (x3)
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x2)
Ho.............................
'Cause now I ́m gone, my work is done
I don't love you no more (x3)

Most of all I love youAnd more than this, I need youI dream of you all day longI’m just like a childI must say
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI’m so sad; it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you
I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsThose tears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,But you’re my girl,And most of all I love you
I would give anythingTo have you back in my dreamsTears falling from the sky‘Cause the sun goes down when you go
Most of all I’ve tried toKeep your heart, and give you mineI agree, it’s time to confessI’ve missed the boat to happiness,You’re my girl,And most of all I love you

Thought i was light years ahead of themBut i was blind they were only milesLight years ahead of them, he must be right
I was only pretending to be just another wannabeA love supreme in flip flopsThere might be peacocks in disguiseYou’d better practice your passing shotsBeware of bishops dealing with their ups and downs
You were born in Christchurch babyListen to the bellsThey’re ringing again in your earsThey resound in the eveningThey resound when you’re youngThey’re sound in the morningThey resound when you’re getting old/get things done

I shouldn’t call you,
Because I just lose my head, The way you make me feel, Your voice fills me with dread,
I told you all my secrets and now you’re gone. I shouldn’t call you.

What a deep pit for a young man
Dreaming for wiser land, wiser land
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

What a deep pit for an hold man

Like a blind bird with no wings in the dark, in the dark
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

If the fool will persist in his folly
He would become wise

No bird soars to high

If he soars with his own wings
The most sublime

Act is to set another before you

The soul of sweet delight

Can never be defiled, can never be defiled

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me,

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

I wanna say to the starsThat light the skyMy tears to dryAnd scold that doggoned moonWho drives me loon and makes me croon
She’s on my mind foreverAnd I may be wrong for the rest of my daysBut I can’t ignore the girl next door
You must believe in the sun that’s shining aboveBurning my loveAnd if I forgot to eat or sleep and prayI have to sayHappiness is all that I wishI want you to cuddle and kiss
I’m so sorryFor lovin’ you so
She’s on my mind foreverAnd I’ll be waiting for the rest of my daysThe one I adore the girl next door
You must believe in the sun that shines aboveBurning my loveAnd if I forgot to eat or sleep and prayI have to sayHappiness is all that I wishI want you to cuddle and kiss

Why won’t you come and meet me
Tell me how you feel
It’s not a way to end a story
When good manners disappear

You know it’s gone take a lifetime
To understand someone like me
We loved each other through the bad times
Don’t turn me in a souvenir

We‘ve got time in our hands
Follow me
Take a chance
I can’t stand the waiting
So please come back to me

If You just want to survive,
Come on
Take that little advice
If we got more than ten lives
Come on
Take that little advice
Take that little advice

Money can’t buy what we have
I’m the only one to call away
I can prove I’m a new man
Jump in we can drive away
We've got time in our hands
Follow me take a chance
I can’t stand the waiting
So please come back to me
If You just want to survive,
Come on
Take that little advice
If we got more than ten lives
Come on
Take that little advice
Take that little advice

Chorus

Take this hammer and carry it to the captain
Take this hammer and carry it to the captain
Take this hammer and carry it to the captain

An’ Tell him I’m gone
Tell him I’m gone

Verse 1

If he ask you was I runnin’
If he ask you was I runnin’
If he ask you was I runnin’
Tell him I was flyin’
Tell him I was flyin’
If he ask you was I laughin’
If he ask you was I laughin’
If he ask you was I laughin’
Tell him I was cryin’
Tell him I was cryin’

Chorus


Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Tell him I’m gone
Tell him I’m gone


Verse 2


I don’t want no green back dollar
I don’t want no green back dollar
I don’t want no green back dollar


It hurts my pride
It hurts my pride

Chorus

Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Take this hammer carry it to the captain

Tell him I’m gone
Tell him I’m gone


Take this hammer carry it to the captain
Tell him I’m gone
Tell him I’m gone


Traditional arranged byManuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

Verse 1

Well, I’m going down to the St. James Infirmary,
to see my baby there

She was all stretched out,
on a long white table
So sweet, so cold, so bare

Verse 2

Let her go, go !
Ahh, my little Baby, Where ever she can beYou may search this whole world all over
But she’d never find a sweet man like me

Verse 3

Now, when I die, bury me in Stetson shoesA Stetson coat, and a Stetson hat
And put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the cats know, that I died fat
Ad Lib

St. James Infirmary, where can my baby be ?
It’s just at St. James Infirmary, yeah
Let my baby go, let my baby goLet my Baby go, go, go
Let my Baby go !

Traditional arranged by :
Manuel Galvin & Jean-Jacques Milteau

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

Let's try to sayThat you're lovingThat you're risingIt's not so badThat's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingAnd now it's heavenIt's what you sayCause here's the painCause here's the mainIt sounds scaryYou wanna go backI need to goJust take it backBefore the storm
That's what you sayThat you're lovingThat you're fadingIt's not so badHere's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingThere's no more heavenLet's try to you sayCause here's the mainCause here's the jailIt's so scaryYou fall on your backToo late to goYou look at your backI feel the storm
But if you playYou have to know
Which is the end you really want to go

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter

Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)


English translation :
UN REFLET DE VOUS


Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine
Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness
I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter

Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China

Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer
Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs
Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie
Et les hommes aussi
Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts
M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes
Pour une ballade
A bicyclette


English translation :
Les Jambes des Femmes
Ladies’s legs
Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea

Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits
Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress
They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men
My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always

readyFor a bicycle ride

Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,

Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,

À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,

Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait pas connu son père,
Elle avait plus de mère,
Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
À travaillait déjà pour vivre
Et les soirs de givre,
Dans le froid noir et glaçant,
Son petit fichu sur les épaules,
À rentrait par la rue des Saules,
Rue Saint-Vincent.

Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées,
La nappe étoilée,
Et la lune en croissant
Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique
Sur la petite croix de la basilique,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
L'été, par les chauds crépuscules,
A rencontré Jules,
Qu'était si caressant,
Qu'à restait la soirée entière,
Avec lui près du vieux cimetière,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Et je petit Jules était de la tierce
Qui soutient la gerce,
Aussi l'adolescent,
Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre,
D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche,
Elle était toute blanche,
Même qu'en l'ensevelissant,
Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse
Était crevé le soir de sa noce,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,
Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent.


English translation :
RUE SAINT VINCENT
She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself
She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings
In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent.
In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent.
By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent.
And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent.
When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day

Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.