Friday, September 30, 2016

Léo Ferré - The missing


Original Title: "Le Manque"
Your skirt is too short
I see drawings in it, I see years
The turmoil which is going to disfigure you
Your skirt is too short
I can not imagine anymore

You are walking too fast
I see camel in the end of the desert
Who are dieing of thirst it's summer it's winter
You are walking too fast
I can not imagine anymore

People are looking at you
I'd like to put them in the back of your throat
You'd vomit them back with jasmine
The one who is pointing his finger at you and makes me sick
People are looking at you
I can not imagine anymore

Your skirt is too short
You are walking too fast
People are looking at me
Are looking at me imagining you

There is something missing in this obscene town
And it's you I miss
And it's you I miss

Your skirt is too short
I'd gladly climb on top of the roofs there
New York this morning had nothing left but you
Your skirt is too long
And I imagine and imagine ponds

You swim too fast
I see perfumes I smell your tiredness
You swim too fast
I die of you I die of myself
And I can't do anything else but imagine

People are queueing up
For anyone For your sour smell
You'd give them your blackberries not ripe
You are walking too fast
Give you the hand hold me on your map
Look over there on the red sign

Forbidden to live
Cops are looking at us
There is something missing in Amsterdam tonight
And it's you my love
You who run in my veins

I lost you ...and I miss you...
I can not imagine you anymore...
You the heroine....you the heroine...
Of my romance novel

rework attempt 1:
Your skirt is too short
I imagine drawings on it
I imagine the coming years on it,
The turmoil which is going to disfigure you
Your skirt is too short
I can't no more
I can't imagine no more

You are walking too fast
I imagine camels in the middle of the desert,
Dieing of thirst, it's summer, winter
You are walking too fast
I can't imagine no more

People are looking at you
I wish I could shove them down your throat
And you'd throw them back up smelling jasmine
Like the one who is pointing his finger at you
And makes me feel sick
People are looking at you
I can't no more
I can't imagine no more

Your skirt is too short
You are walking too fast
People are looking at me
They are looking at me as I imagine you

There is something missing
There is something missing
To this obscene city
And it's you I miss
And it's you I miss

Your skirt is too short
I'd gladly climb on top of you
New York this morning had nothing left but you
Your skirt is too long
And I imagine And I imagine
And I imagine some ponds

You're swimming too fast
I see perfumes, I sense your tiredness
I die of you, I die of myself
You're swimming too fast
I can't do anything else
but to imagine

People are queueing up
For anything, For your sour smell
You'd give them your unripe blackberries
You are walking too fast
Give me the hand, hold me over your map
Look over there at the red sign

"Living forbidden"
Cops are looking at us
There is something missing
In Amsterdam tonight
And that's you my love,
You who runs in my veins

I've lost you
I've lost you
And I miss you
I can't imagine you no more
You, the hero
You, the hero of my love novel

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