Sunday, January 31, 2021

Jacques Bertin - The child was coughing on the other side of the wall


Original Title: "L'enfant toussait de l'autre côté du mur"
Year: 1975
The child was coughing on the other side of the wall, they were fine
They had done everything that had to be done
They even had some times left
Him, had picked up a book, he didn't feel like going out
He found himself growing old and feeling good
He desired her but how to know?
Maybe she was distracted, he didn't dare
She was pacing in the house. She didn't dare

Thursday, January 28, 2021

Serge Reggiani - Moustaki - My loneliness


Original Title: "Ma solitude"
Text: Georges Moustaki
Year: 1967
For having slept so often
With my loneliness
I almost made a friend out of her,
A sweet habit

She never leaves me for a second
Faithful like a shadow
She followed me here and there
To the four corners of the earth

Oh no, no, no, I'm never alone
With my loneliness

When she is at the hollow of my bed
She takes all the space
And we spend long nights
Both facing each other

I do not know up to where
this accomplice will go
Will I have to grow a taste for it
Or will I have to react

Oh no, no, no, I'm never alone
With my loneliness

Through her I have learned as much
Than I have shed tears
If sometimes I repudiate her
Never does she disarm

And if I prefer the love
Of another cortesan
She'd be at my last day
My last companion

Oh no, no, no, I'm never alone
With my loneliness.

No, no, no, no I'll never be alone
With my loneliness.

Moustaki's version:

Monday, January 25, 2021

Bourvil - The tenderness


Original Title: "La tendresse"
Text: Noël Roux
Music: Hubert Giraud
Year: 1963
One can live without wealth
Almost without a penny
Lords and princesses
There are not many left
But to live without tenderness
One could not
No, no, no, no
One could not

One can live without glory
Which does not prove anything
Be unknown in history
And find himself fine with it
But to live without tenderness
It's out of the question
No, no, no, no
It's out of the question

What a sweet weakness
What a pretty feeling
That need for tenderness
Which comes when we are born
Really, really, really

Work is necessary
But if one must stay
Weeks without doing anything
Well, one gets used to it
But to live without tenderness
Time feels slow
Slow, slow, slow, slow
Time feels slow

In the fire of youth
Pleasures are born
And love makes prowesses
To dazzle us
Yes but without tenderness
Love would be nothing
No, no, no, no
Love would be nothing

When merciless life
Falls down on you
We are nothing more than a pour devil
Crushed and disappointed
Then without tenderness
Of an heart supporting us
No, no, no, no
We would not go any further

A child kissing us
Because we make him happy
All our sorrows fade away
We become teary eyed
My God, my God, my God

In your immense wisdom
Immense fervour
Make it rain endlessly
At the bottom of our hearts
Torrents of tenderness
So that love rules
Love rules
Up to the end of days

Léo Ferré - You never say anything

Original Title: " Tu ne dis jamais rien " Year: 1971 I see the world a bit like one sees the unbelievable This what the unbeli...