Jean-Roger Caussimon - The buddies of May

Original Title: "Les copains de mai"
Year: 1979

On the path of my bohemian life
I have seen childreen pass
If they were anxious about the future
They still wanted to hope
Our meeting was too brief
Where, without saying it, we love each others
While sharing the same dreams
The time for a month of may to last
The time for a month of may to last

Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the springs
Life takes them. Life city spoils them
In a banal way I mean
In a banal way I mean

Not wanting to appear more gamine
Nor weaker than boys anymore
The girls had ways,
Slightly troubling, of androgynes
Love was, if you listened to them,
Nothing but hobby by mutual agreement
It was of course to protect themselves
from suffering and crying because of it
from suffering and crying because of it

Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the lovers
Life takes them Life city spoils them
In the cruel way I mean
In the cruel way I mean

On three chords of a guitar
We were singing the same songs
But destiny has its reasons
Undoubtly when it parts us
Am I still in your memory
I who would like to beg you
To never think nor believe
That I could forget about you
That I could forget about you

Because this city in which we hasten ourselves
Is merciless to the missings one
Life takes them Life city spoils them
In the meaningless way I mean
Where are your teenager hearts?

Jean Ferrat - Pierre Louki - Would there be?

Original Title: "Y aurait-il"
Text: Pierre Louki

Year: 1979

Would there be dense suns
of twelve months
Winter, Summer leading the dance
Siamese brothers?
Would there be seasons even out of season?
If you weren't yourself, you whom I love
in my house?

Would there be tender mornings
to wake up to
Mornings that we make wait
on the pillow
With agitations of baptism
Theme of agitation
If you weren't yourself, you whom I love
in my home?

Would there be fruits to the branches
of our desserts
And bursts of laughter to the hips
of our concerts?
Would I have tastes of poems
at your knees
If you weren't yourself, you whom I love
In our home

Would there be words without continuation
Without continuation finally
With so much happiness afterwards
endless sequel
So much, yes, so much happiness that even
Our bodies join together
If we weren't you, me who love one another
Both in ourselves?

All songs sung by Jean Ferrat.

Graeme Allwright - At the heart of the tree

Original Title: "Au coeur de l'arbre"

Text: Maurice Cocagnac
Year: 1979

At the heart of the tree, there is the fruit
At the heart of the fruit, there is the seed
At the heart of the seeds, there is life
And the next season

At the heart of man, there is love
At the heart of love, there is sorrow
At the heart of sorrows, there is the day
That morning brings back

At the heart of the tree, there is wood
At the heart of wood, there is the plank
And from two planks, a cross is made
that holds God in its branches

At the heart of shadow, there is the night
At the hearts of nights, it's your absence
If I fall asleep, your light shines
You are in the silence

Jacques Bertin - Jean Vasca - Friends always be

Original Title: "Amis soyez toujours"
Text: "Jean Vasca"
Year: 1982 (Bertin's version), 1979

Friends always be those trembling night lights
This fever in the air like a passing wave
Let the ashes of the words smoke for a long time
Never double-lock life

I'm here heart beating in some summer evenings
Imagining you, re-inventing you

Friends always be those voices on the other shore
that are lengthening in me the party and the fervor
Sometimes you know it, it's still so cold
The journey is so long to the promised lands
I'm here heart beating in all the night trains
Crossing, like you, so many empty stations

Friends always be the shadow of a drunk ship
That old stubborn dream that held us standing
Maybe will we live shreds of future
And then we'll grew old as is customary

I'm here heart beating in all crossroads
Stretching hands to you in the axis of the sun