Edith Piaf - You are everywhere

Original Title : "Tu es partout"
Year : 1943

We were loving each other quite tenderly
Like all lovers love one another
And then one day you left me
Since I am desperate
I see you everywhere in the sky
I see you everywhere on the earth
You are my joy and my sun
My night, my days, my clear dawns

You are everywhere because you are in my heart
You are everywhere because you are my happiness
All things that are around me
Even life only represents you
Sometimes I dream that I'm in your arms
And that you are speaking to my ear in a low tone
You are saying things that make the eyes close
And me, I find that wonderful

Maybe someday you'll come back
I know that my heart will wait for you
You will not be able to forget
The days we have spent
My eyes are constantly searching for you
Listen carefully, my heart is calling you
We will be able to love each other so well
You will see life will be beautiful ...

You are everywhere because you are in my heart
You are everywhere because you are my happiness
All things that are around me
Even life only represents you
Sometimes I dream that I'm in your arms
And that you are speaking to my ear in a low tone
You are saying things that make the eyes close
And me, I find that wonderful

Julos Beaucarne - Victor Hugo - I was not thinking about Rose

Original Title : "Je ne songeais pas à Rose"
Text: Victor Hugo (1856)
Year: 1969

I was not thinking about Rose
Rose came with me to the woods
We were talking about something
But I don't remember about what

I was cold like the marbles
I was walking mindlessly
I was talking of the flowers of the trees
Her eye seemed to imply : "After ?"

Dew was offering its pearls
The thicket its parasols
I was going forward, I was listening to the blackbirds
And Rose the nightingales

I, sixteen years old, and the morose look
Her twenty, her eyes were shining
The nightingales were singing Rose
And the blackbirds were whistling at me

Rose, straight on her hips
Raised her beautiful trembling arm
To grab a blackberry from the branches.
I did not see her white arm

Some water was running, fresh and hollow,
On the velvet mosses
And the loving nature
Was sleeping in the big deaf woods

Rose untied her shoe
And put, with an ingenuous look,
Her pretty little foot in the pure water
I did not see her naked foot

I did not know what to tell her
I was following her in the woods
Seeing her smile sometimes
And sigh a few times

I only saw she was beautiful
When coming out of the big deaf woods
- So be it, let's not think about it no more ! She said
- So be it, let's not think about it no more ! She said
I'm still thinking about it since

Jacques Bertin - The one who had the hair down the small of her back

Text: "Celle qui avait les cheveux dans les reins"
Year: 1975

The one who had the hair down the small of her back
Is she still kneeling over my head ?
At night, when I sleep, do I enter her garden ?
Without waking up I go down to her place again
I recognize the familiar objects one by one
The steps of stone, the pond, the shed
The silks I like and which she dresses herself in
The page where she is, streaked with black and lace
Teenage girl whose body I loved
I am thinking of you, I am preparing, I am dreaming
Night comes back, lost is your hand
Remain in my shoulder, Oh turtledove !