Karl

 Quel voix pour faire chanter le peuple. 

Quel voix pour faire dancer le peuple.

UN OUI

MIL FOIS

NOUS CHANTONS

Les Étoiles Fringants

Une voix au milieux d´une foule, sûrement ta voix que nous entendrons.

J´aime vraiment ta voix, les chansons, la musique, melodies et les paroles 

Des Cowboys Fringants

En tête à tête

Une étoile filant est arrivée au paradis. Tout le monde en parle, tout le monde le pense que c´est toi.

Moi´ Moi je suis pas une étoile, mais j´arriverais un jour. Je ne sais pas quand, je ne sais pas où, mais j´arriverais un jour a quelque part. Peut-être au point de depart. Peut-être à mon sort. Destination inconnue. Il y a déjà quelque temps que je suis à bord d’un avion sans ailes, perdu quelque part dans le temps et l´espace, spatial spécial, du ciel je vois le Canada. OH CANADA L’avion ne s’écrase plus jamais, je n’arriverai jamais au Canada pour voir le concert.

Nous nous retrouverons un jour au paradis des chansons.

Il faut marcher droit devant.

NGR Champs Élysées Magnétique Camps Magnetic Fields

Karl je t´aime

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Pet´t Tour

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Shooting Stars

If I stop for a moment To tell you about my life Just like this quietly In a bar on rue St-Denis I'll tell you the memories Well engraved in my memory Of that time when growing old Was still very illusory When I annoyed little girls Not far from the swings And that my bag of marbles Became a real treasure These snowy winters To build igloos And bring home with frozen feet Just in time for Passe-Partout But at the end of the day, tell me what's going to be left of the little school and the playground? When paper airplanes don't fly in the wind anymore We tell ourselves that the good times pass in the end Like a shooting star If I stop for a moment To talk to you about life I find that very often We don't choose but we suffer And that the dreams of the ti-culs Vanish or repress In this raw reality That takes us into the mold The thirties, the belly The brats, the mortgage The joys and the sorrows The good moves and the failures Work, do your best Don't tear it off, get out of it And hope to be happy A little before you die But at the end of the ch'min tell me what's going to stay Of our little passage in this frantic world After having existed to save time We'll tell ourselves that we were finally Shooting stars If I stop for a moment To talk to you about life Just like that, quietly Not far from the Carré Saint Louis It's that I'm good with you And that I could have wanted to worry 'Cause you're seeing too far It's no better than looking back In spite of the old bitterness And the passing loves The buddies we lose in the mist And the ideals that are shattered Life clings on and is reborn As spring comes back In a breath of fresh air That soothes sorrowful hearts So if you want to stay With me the night is sweet we can walk And even if we know that everything lasts just for a while I'd like you to be for a while My shooting star But at the end of the ch'min tell me what's going to stay But at the end of the day, tell me what's going to be left

Straight ahead

Get ready little boy She'll be a long expedition And even if we never come back alive You have to walk straight ahead When he was as tall as three apples and a tiny little man He was pushed out of the cradle, putting a bundle on his back The baggage empty of experience, he will set foot in his existence No sooner have we arrived than we have to face our destiny First of all, he must cross this river which is the infancy of all trials, Where even his own family risks sinking him by the torpedo Already we will know if his hull and his boat will stand the test of time Or if he will row rough in a rowboat full of cracks Get ready little boy She'll be a long expedition And even if we never come back alive You have to walk straight ahead Then comes this obligatory passage in this sometimes turbulent forest Where in addition to looking for one's way, one is often lost deep within oneself It is by leaving this alley that he can take the paved roads Or settle for a precarious avenue off the beaten track Get ready little boy She'll be a long expedition And even if we never come back alive You have to walk straight ahead Finally comes the hostile mountain and its ascent to a thousand perils , Where victories are triumphant, but where falls are often brutal Only a few climb to the top and succeed in planting their flag Most stop halfway and resign themselves to the short of the summit Get ready little boy She'll be a long expedition And even if we never come back alive You have to walk straight ahead When the age of balance sheet comes, the important thing will be that you are happy Because we do what we can in life, it all depends on what we have as tools We would all like to be in charge but the supply is smaller than the order Whether you are small or giant, you have to be strong to stand the test of time Good luck

A Litle Tour

I ain't got a round, and to tell the truth, chu pomal lost It's true that I haven't worked bin bin bin fort c't't' year I'm making music with friends in an old apartment And in between all that, I think of you from time to time Come and take a little tour of my frette apartment We're freezing our asses, But it doesn't matter, we'll stick together in dies Come and take a little tour of my frette apartment And if you still love me, I'll be able to fix the heat With us it's not clean: it's borderline slum The walls are made of cardboard made of old tapestry Be careful when you enter so you don't make any noise 'Cause my roommate works at night Come and take a look around my frette apartment We're freezing our ass, but it doesn't matter, we'll stick to each other in my apartment And if you still love me, I'll be able to fix the heat If in the evening you haven't already pushed yourself There's some bread left, I'll make you some toats and coffee That's all I can offer you, there's nothing in the pantry I hope one of these four I can ask you for again Come and take a little walk in my frette apartment We're freezing our asses, but it doesn't matter, we'll stick to each other in d'sous des cutlery Come and take a little tour of my frette apartment And if you still love me I'll be able to fix the heat Come and have a little tour of my frette apartment We're freezing our asses, but it doesn't matter, we'll stick to each other in dies Come and take a little tour of my frette apartment And if you still love me, I'll be able to fix the heat

En tête à tête

Ce matin j'lui presse des oranges mécaniquement Les yeux encore un peu brouillés par le sommeil J'me r'trouve nez-à-nez avec ce verre qui n'rime à rien C'est vrai ce week-end, je suis seul avec moi-même En tête à tête avec moi-même Souvent j'me tâte pour trouver l't'hème En tête à tête avec moi-même J'ai pas la force de m'dire "je, je, je..." Il faut aimer pour comprendre Nous aimer pour nous comprendre Mieux aimer pour mieux comprendre C'est vrai ce week-end, je suis seul avec moi-même En tête à tête avec moi-même Souvent j'me tâte pour trouver l'thème En tête à tête avec moi-même J'ai pas la force de m'dire "je, je,je..." En tête à tête En tête à tête En tête à tête En tête à tête...

One-on-One

This morning I'm squeezing oranges mechanically My eyes still a little blurred from sleep I find myself face to face with this glass that doesn't make sense It's true this weekend, I'm alone with myself Face to face with myself Often I feel my way to find the t'heme Face to face with myself I don't have the strength to say to myself "I, I, I..." You have to love to understand Love yourself to understand yourself Love better to understand better It's true this weekend, I'm alone with myself Face to face with myself Often I feel my way around to find the theme Face to face with myself I don't have the strength to say to myself "I, I, I..." One-on-one One-on-one One-on-one One-on-one One-on-one...