Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me Stay with me in silence I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence
Lyrics ... Folk song in a old-time spirit. Female singer, guitar, bass, mandolin ...Folk song in a old-time spirit. Female singer, guitar, bass, mandolin & harmonium.
You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s I know it may seem redundant But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt
And now it’s Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Underscore. Folk music in a old-time spirit. Guitar, bass, mandolin & ...Underscore. Folk music in a old-time spirit. Guitar, bass, mandolin & harmonium.
Lyrics ... Folk waltz in a Irish spirit. Nostalgic, sentimental & emotional. ...Folk waltz in a Irish spirit. Nostalgic, sentimental & emotional. Female singer, guitar, fiddle & bass.
Oh leave the curtains drawn And don’t bother staying onLet me pretend that I’m not myself For a little while, seeThen I’m back on my feetIn the same old skin I know so well Oh leave me in my little tuneI promise I’ll be back soon Oh it’s hard to get byWhen you’re afraid to crySo you close your lips and cast your eyes down You’ve got so much to tell And so much to yellSo why do you whisper still Will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore Oh and everytime you’re hereNo I don’t want you near,But I can’t take it when you’re gone So leave me for a while But leave me with a smileSo that I know you’ll be back for more Oh please be patient with meThis is not how I wanted to be
Oh I’ll always be there To show you that I careBut I’m just not very good with words So I hope you’ll understand That a squeeze of my hand Means that I’m all yours Oh please be patient with me This is not how I wanted to be
And will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore
Underscore. Folk waltz in a Irish spirit. Nostalgic, sentimental & ...Underscore. Folk waltz in a Irish spirit. Nostalgic, sentimental & emotional. Acoustic guitar, fiddle & bass.
Lyrics ... Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & ...Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & harmonica. Electric bass solo @ 2'26.
I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Emotional & introspective intro with piano arpeggio & cello. Heroic & ...Emotional & introspective intro with piano arpeggio & cello. Heroic & intense theme. Building up to climax & resolution with soft piano arpeggio. Trailer music.
Alternate without percussion. Emotional & introspective intro with ...Alternate without percussion. Emotional & introspective intro with piano arpeggio & cello. Heroic & intense theme. Building up to climax & resolution with soft piano arpeggio. Trailer music.
Alternate without choir. Emotional & introspective intro with piano ...Alternate without choir. Emotional & introspective intro with piano arpeggio & cello. Heroic & intense theme. Building up to climax & resolution with soft piano arpeggio. Trailer music.
Sensitive & sentimental intro with piano & violin. Proudly building ...Sensitive & sentimental intro with piano & violin. Proudly building up to an emotional fervent & powerful grand finale @ 2'03 with brass section & choir.
Alternate without percussion. Sensitive & sentimental intro with ...Alternate without percussion. Sensitive & sentimental intro with piano & violin. Proudly building up to emotional & fervent. Powerful grand finale @ 2'03 with brass section & choir.
Alternate without choir. Sensitive & sentimental intro with piano & ...Alternate without choir. Sensitive & sentimental intro with piano & violin. Proudly building up to emotional & fervent. Powerful grand finale @ 2'03 with brass section.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female ...Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, flute, string ensemble & trumpet.
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France 50's.Waltz. Romantic & tender. Solo accordion.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female ...Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female singer duet, piano, bassoon & rhythm.
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
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
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
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & ...Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, ...Song sung in French. Nostalgic & romantic. Female singer, accordion, piano, clarinet & flute.
On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.
Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.
Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or
English translation : PARIS TOUJOURS In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss On a station platform
Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female ...Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female singer, string orchestra, piano & trumpet.
C’est fini Mon chériC’est finiC’est la vieJe m’ennuieMais je t’oublieC’est la vieTant pis Nous n’irons plus dans cette chambre bleueAvec un balcon sur la merNous n’aurons plus tous ces matins grisEnlacés mais solitaires
English translation :
It’s over That’s lifeIt’s overMy darlingThat’s lifeI am boredBut I forget youThat’s lifeToo bad We’ll never go again to that blue roomWith a balcony over the seaWe’ll never again see those grey morningsEntwined but alone
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. String orchestra, piano & trumpet.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, ...Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, fllute & rhythm.
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
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 10's & 20's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 10's & 20's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
La vie n'est pas facile, pour une gamine de seize ansqui n'a plus de famille, et encor' moins d'argent,Elle coup' et coud toute la semaine à l'atelier des mouchoirs,mais le dimanche elle est reine de la danse au bal du soir.
Tourne vire, virevolte, la belle d'un pied léger,tourne vire, virevolte, c'est venu le temps d'aimer.
Elle a jolie frimousse, et le coeur innocent,des rêves qui la poussent vers un prince charmant,et c'est en mai qu'il lui arrive, l'invite pour un pas de deux D'une valse il l'enivre et les voilà amoureux.
Ils se sont mariés, ont brûlé la belle saisonla guerre est déclarée, il doit par-tir au front!A la gare ils se quittent en agitant leur mou-choir,"Je reviendrai bien vit' et je t'écrirai chaque soir"
Sur le chemin des Dames, le voilà soudain foudroyé,elle n'a pas assez de larmes pour son malheur noyer,mais pour la vie jolie grisette tu ne peux t'enfermer, dimanche à la guinguette tu retourneras danser.
English translation : Twirl
Life is not easy for a girl of sixteenWho’s got no family and no moneyShe cuts and sews all week long in the handkerchief factoryBut on Sundays she is the queen of the ball Spin, turn, twirl, the light-footed beautySpin, turn, twirl, the time has come to love She has a cute little face, and a pure heartDreaming of her prince charmingAnd in May he arrives, invites her to a pas de deuxWith a waltz he steals her heart, and they are lovers They got married, lived life to the full, war is declared, he must leave for the frontat the station they say their goodbyes waving the handkerchiefs“I’ll be back soon, and I’ll write every night On the Chemin des Dames, he is suddenly struckShe has not enough tears to drown her sadness,But don’t lock yourself away pretty girlNext Sunday you will be back dancing at the guinguette.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. ...Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & small orchestra.
Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent « Bonjour ! »« Hello ! Tu viens chéri ? »« Tu seras mon homme »« Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid »« Tu pourras admirer Paris »Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin
Pour les gens qui portentLe « chic parisien »Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse :Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès
coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit : Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n ‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
English translation : LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say « Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man »”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris
On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, accordion & piano.
J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis) J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur
English translation : I dreamt you were living I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing. In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Accordions, piano & double-bass.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 20's & 50's. Waltz. Disturbing & dramatic. ...Song sung in French. 20's & 50's. Waltz. Disturbing & dramatic. Female singer, accordion, piano & double-bass.
Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir :« Un homme a succombé dans le noir » Ah ! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête... Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant ?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront ?
English translation : Apaches On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness” Ah ! Watch them slip silently by Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano ...Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
Je n’ai que ton amourPour baigner de douceurLa fuite de nos joursOublier nos malheurs.Cette route insensée Epuise notre sangPourquoi vivre accabléLorsque l’on s’aime tant Je n’ai que ton amourPour enflammer ma vieDans ta force infinieJe me love sans détourTu réchauffe mon cœurApaise mon chagrinPourquoi tout ce bonheur Aurait-il une fin Je n’ai que ton amourDans mon sang dans ma chairEt ma gorge se serreAttendant ton retourDes automnes durant.Le bois mort de nos viesCouvrira nos printemps Et nos amours finis
English translation :
I’ve only got your love I’ve only got your loveTo sweetly batheThe passing of our daysTo forget our unhappinessThis road without senseDrains us of blood,Why live despondentWhen we
love each other so much I’ve only got your loveto light up my lifeI unhesitatingly bury myself In your infinite strengthYou recandle my heaertSweeten my sadnessWhy must all this happinessCome to an end I’ve only got your loveIn my flesh and bloodAnd the tears well upAwaiting your returnFor so many autumnsThe dead wood of our livesWill cover our springtimesAnd our lost love
Lyrics ... Song sung in French. 60's. Tango. Mischievous & funny. Female singer, ...Song sung in French. 60's. Tango. Mischievous & funny. Female singer, piano, string orchestra & rhythm.
Je tourne en rond dans ma boutique,J'en ai ma claque j'en ai ma clique.J'vends des souvenirs au bout d'la place,Toute une camelote qui s'entasse,Mais tout ce commerce est en berne,Depuis que c'est mon mec qui le gouverne.
Oh! mais là faut que ça cesse!J'suis plus de la première jeunesseSi je veux vivre de mes breloques,Il faut que j'le mette à la porte! Mais qui va m'réchauffer l'café?Partager mes coups dans l'nez?Me dire que j'suis la plus belle,Pendant que je fais la vaisselle?
Et dès qu'arrivent les touristes,Le voilà qui se met en piste!Il terrorise les gamins,Et les parents font du tintouin,Et s'il entre une bonne sœur, Monsieur, grossier,Insulte le seigneur!
English translation : RENGAINE
I go round and round in my boutique,I can’t stand it anymoreI sell souvenirs at the end of the square,A load of tat piling upBut because business is badSince my guy took over Oh ! it’s got to stopI’m no longer in the prime of youthIf I must live from my trinketsI’ll have to chuck him outBut who’s gonna make my coffeeShare the one over the oddsTell me I am the prettiestWhile I’m doing the washing-up And as soon as the tourists arrive,Then his show beginsHe terrorizes the kidsAnd the parents make fussAnd if a none comes in, Monsieur, uncouth,Insults the Good Lord