Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Jacques Marchais - Bérimont - Song to name her


Original Title: "Chanson pour la nommer"
Text: Luc Bérimont
Music: Michel Aubert
She is like a well of foliage
Sweet like the flank of the wind
Panicked like a blazing fire
Drifting like a cloud

She is the sweat and the swimming
She is the sand in full noon
A damp tuft of night
Caught between the moon and midnight

She is the beauty and the suitable one
The indolent one, the hay of may
And among her tousled hair
The thin rain on the wild rose

And among her tousland hair
The thin rain on the wild rose
I believe the song has already been sung by Jacques Douai under the title "La servante" but haven't found it yet online.

Charles Aznavour - To die of loving


Original Title: "Mourir d'aimer"
The walls of my life are smooth
I hang onto them but I slide
Slowly toward my fate
To die of loving

While the world is judging me
I can only see one shelter for me
Any exit being locked up to me
To die of loving

To die of loving
Willingly sinking into the night
Pay love at the cost of your life
Sin against the body but not against the mind

Let's leave the world to its problems
Hateful people to face themselves
With their narrow ideas
To die of loving

As our love can't live
Better it's to close the book of it
And rather than burn it
To die of loving

To leave while lifting your head up
Coming out victorious from a defeat
Reversing all the data
To die of loving

To die of loving
As we can of anything
Abandon everything behind us
To only take away what was us, what was you

You are the spring, I the fall
Your heart is taken away, mine is given
And my road already marked out
To die of loving
To die of loving
To die of loving
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Jacques Bertin - Dimey/Salvador - Syracuse


Text: Bernard Dimey
Music: Henri Salvador

I'd like so much to see Syracuse
The Easter Island and Kairouan
And the big birds having fun
Gliding the wing under the wind

To see the gardens of Babylon
And the palace of the great Lama
To dream of the lovers of Verona
At the top of the Mount Fuji

To see the country of the calm morning
To go cormorant fishing
And to get drunk with palm wine
While listening to the wind sing

Before that my youth wears out
And that my springs are gone
I'd like so much to see Syracuse
So I could remember it in Paris

Henri Salvador's version:

Yves Montand's version:

Mouloudji - We have to live

Original Title: " Faut vivre " Despite the big eyes of the void "It's to better eat you, child" And the silence...