Charles Aznavour - On my life

Original title: "Sur ma vie"
Year: 1956

On my life
One day, I've sworn to you
To love you until the last day of my days
And the same word,
Very soon, had to,
Unite us in front of God and men

On my life, I have sworm to you
That this bond will hold until the end of Times
This is how we were living
Drunk with passion
And my heart wanted to offer you my name

Close to the organs which were singing
In front of God who was praying
Happy, I was waiting for you
But the organs went silent
And God disappeared
Because you did not come

On my life....
I've sworm to you that my heart
Will never beat for another heart
And everything is lost
Because it is not beating anymore
But it's crying for my disappointed love

On my life...
One day, I've sworn to you
To love you until the last day of my days
And even now
I'll hold my oath
In spite of the hurt you inflicted me

On my life...
Honey...
I will love you.

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Jean Ferrat - Will a bird song remain?

Original Title: "Restera-t-il un chant d'oiseau"
Text: Claude Delécluse
Year: 1962

What will remain on earth fifty years from now?
We are poisoning the rivers, the oceans
We are eating hydrocarbons, and what else?
The Rhône carries along mercury, dead fishes.

For the children of the new times
Will a bird song remain?

The world lost its compass. What did it win?
Beaches blackened by oil to go swimming
The atom will rule over earth, like a lord
What will we do with it, it's a matter that scares me.

For the children of the new times
Will a bird song remain?
As soon as the misfortune of men is less big
Already the apples are rotting of the new times
Children, children, the earth is round, shout louder
So that the world wakes up, if it's not dead

For the children of the new times
Will a bird song remain?

Jean Arnulf - Day after day

Original Title:"Jour après jour"
Text: Martine Merri
Year: 1964

My life tears itself off page by page
Where is the time I've lost?
There is nothing left but images
Faded pictures, waned laughs
Drowned at the bottom of some marshes
And no one held them back

Regrets pile up one by one
The old frenzy is erased
I look deep in my mirror
The wrinkles of the last summer
The seasons pass one after the other
All my hopes have worn themselves out

Day after day, the days come back
I've been, I'll be, I am
Asleep at the hollow of the weeks
I've lost the taste of rain
And the flavour of the chrysanthemums
Sometimes wake me up at night

One by one the doors slam
Shut on a thousand and four loves
Nineteen sixty and four
I keep track day to day
Of the day when I would have to fight
To keep my last forever

I've climbed the steps one by one
Which leads to eternity
On the way, I've had feathers torn out
Who will be able to reattach them?
I'd like wings and the moon
To travel the other half

Gribouille - To die tomorrow

Original Title: "Mourir demain"
Year: 1965

I'm going to die tomorrow
At the station's post
Shot by a train
At the field of the black rails

I'm going to die tomorrow
Of your last smile
And of too much sorrow
And of seeing you leave

I'm going to die tomorrow
At the gates of the town
Your name in each hand
And it'll be easy

I'm going to die tomorrow
Of your last trip
And of too much sorrow
Which costs me a wrecking

I'm going to die and that's fine
And I'm not mad at you anymore
Others died for nothing
I, from losing you

And I die this morning
But you have to think
That it does not change anything
You, you are going on holiday

Jean Ferrat - My country was beautiful

Original title: "Mon pays était beau"
Year:1980

My country was beautiful
Of a wild beauty
And man, horse, and wood, and tool
Lived in harmony
Up to that great havoc
Noone can simply live here anymore

It's raining on that village
With dark alleys
And nothing else moves
The silence settles at the feet of our bed
Oh silence
Tender and harrowing violin
Joyous brass band
Cover us
Of the big coat of night
With your giant wings

My country was beautiful
Of a wild beauty
And man, horse, and wood, and tool
Lived in harmony
Up to that great havoc
Noone can simply live here anymore