N G R 16: Histoires

EN CHANTANT

When I was a little boy, I used to go over my lessons by singing And many years later, I chased away my dark thoughts By singing. It's a lot less worrisome To talk about bad weather while singing And it's so much cuter To be called a jerk In song. Life is more fun, It's less desperate By singing. The first girl of my life, In the street I followed her Singing. When she undressed, I played the old regular singing. I was so pleased with myself That I made love ten times Singing But I can't explain to myself That in the morning she left me Nice to meet you. Love is more fun, It's less desperate Singing. All men go into trouble Fishing or war Singing. The flower at the end of the gun, Victory is also won by singing. Jehovah, Jupiter, and Buddha are spoken to only by singing. Whatever our opinions, We make our revolution in song. The world is funnier, It's less desperate Singing. Since we must die at last, Let it be on the garden side, Singing. If my wife is grieving, let my children support her by singing. When I go to see my father again, who is waiting for me with open arms, Singing, I'd like all my good friends to bury me on Earth Singing. Death is funnier, It's less desperate Singing. When I was a little boy, I used to go over my lessons by singing And many years later, I chased away my dark thoughts By singing. It's a lot less worrisome To talk about bad weather while singing And it's so much cuter To be called a jerk In song

Last Dance

Oh my sweet suffering Why do you keep trying? You do it all over again I'm just an unimportant being Without him, I'm a bit paro I'm walking alone in the subway One last dance To forget my immense sorrow I want to run away so it all starts again Oh my sweet suffering I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A little love, a sprig of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I'm running and I'm scared Is it my turn? Pain comes All over Paris, I abandon myself And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, So much hope On this path in your absence No matter how hard I work Without you my life is just a shining scenery, empty of meaning I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A little love, a sprig of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I'm running and I'm scared Is it my turn? Pain comes All over Paris, I abandon myself And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly In this sweet suffering Whose offenses I have paid for Listen how huge my heart is, I am a child of the world I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A little love, a sprig of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I'm running and I'm scared Is it my turn? Pain comes All over Paris, I abandon myself And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Les lacs du Connemara

Wind-scorched earth Stone moors Around the lakes It's for the living A bit of hell Connemara Black clouds that come from the north Colour the earth The lakes, the rivers This is the scenery Of Connemara The following spring Irish skies were at peace , Maureen plunged Nue into a lake in Connemara Sean Kelly Thought I'm Catholic Maureen Too Limerick Granite Church Maureen Said Yes From Tiperrary, Bally-Connelly and Galway They arrived in County Connemara There were the Connors, the O'Conollys , the Flahertys, from the Ring of Kerry , and enough to drink for three days and two nights Over there, in Connemara We know the price of silence Over there, in Connemara They say that life is madness And that madness can be danced Wind-scorched earth Stone moors Around the lakes It's for the living A bit of hell Connemara Black clouds that come from the north Colour the earth The lakes, the rivers This is the scenery of Connemara We still live there in the time of Gaels and Cromwell To the rhythm of the rains and the sun To the tread of the horses We still believe in the monsters of the lakes that we see swimming on some summer evenings And dive again for eternity We still see men from elsewhere who have come to seek rest for the soul and for the heart, a taste of better It is still believed that the day will come , It is close at hand, when the Irish will make peace around the cross Over there, in Connemara, we know the price of war , over there, in Connemara, We don't accept the peace of the Welsh , Nor that of the kings of England

Moi... Lolita

My name is Lolita Lo or Lola From the same to the same My name is Lolita When I dream about wolves It's Lola who bleeds When my tongue forks I'm laughing as crazy as a phenomenon My name is Lolita Lo of life, lo to torrential loves It's not my fault And when I give my tongue to the cat I see others ready to pounce on me It's not my fault If I hear everything around me Hello, helli, you're A (L.O.L.I.T.A.) Me Lolita My name is Lolita Collegian with methylene blue stockings My name is Lolita Angry and not Half cotton, half wool Motus and mouth that doesn't tell Mom that I'm a phenomenon My name is Lolita Lo of life, lo of torrential loves It's not my fault And when I give my tongue to the cat I see the others All ready to throw themselves at me It's not my fault If I hear everything around me Hello, helli, you're A (L.O.L.I.T.A.) Me Lolita (x2) Lo, li, ta (x8) It's not my fault And when I give my tongue to the cat I see the others All ready to throw themselves at me It's not my fault If I hear everything around me Hello, helli, you're A (L.O.L.I.T.A.) Me Lolita

Elle m'a dit

Oui

I don't think I love you anymore She told me that yesterday It slammed into the air Like a revolver shot I think I don't love you anymore She threw that away yesterday Between cheese and dessert Like my corpse in the sea I don't think I love you anymore Your skin is sandpaper Under my fingers, under my fingers I look at you and I cry Just for nothing, like that For no reason I'm crying I'm crying Like in front of an onion I'm crying Let's stop there Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me I don't think I love you anymore Get up, get up Don't blow your nose in my dress Not this time, get up You don't smell anymore Your lips are marble From the tomb of our love She told me that her blood was cold When I make love to you I think of him When I make love to him I don't think about you anymore Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me I don't think I love you anymore She told me that yesterday It blew up in the air Like an old clap of thunder I think I don't love you anymore I look at you, I don't see anything Your footsteps don't leave any more traces Next to mine I don't blame you I just don't have a fire anymore At the bottom of my stomach it's like this Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala Lalala lalalalalala So I turned off the TV But I couldn't find the courage Out the window to throw myself Dying of love is no longer my age Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala She told me Lalala lalalalalala

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