Charles Dumont - She

original title: "Elle"
Year: 1976

She
She is the hope behind the door
My heart beating in the stairway
She is my weakness and my strength
My lie and my thruth

She
When she is there time stops
She is of snow, she is of summer
She is my calm and my tempest
My wild flower, my orchid

She
Her red lips imprison me
In the kisses I give her
And her white arms are streams
When she falls asleep against my skin

She
She is my voluntray exile
Secret garden of my desires
She is everything I want to be
She is everything I want to sayv
She
She is the hope behind the door
My heart beating in the stairway
She is the dream taking me away
Where I can forget everything

She
Immortal like the stone
Warm like the grapes of August
She is my being and my light
The beginning and the end of everything

She
She is making me cross the sea
Figure head of my life
And it does not matter to me where she is taking me
Eyes wide open I follow her

She
She is well the first woman
Born from a rose a summer evening
Essential like the flame
Night sun of my thoughts

She
She is woman of all types
She is my life my destiny
She is my order and my disorder
I don't want anything else but to love her

Charles Dumont - The prodigal son

Original title: "Le fils prodigue"
Year: 1970

You can sleep without anguish
He is going away and it's for tomorrow
An angel died, an angel passes
He is fed up with your mornings
The youngest of the family
The most tender, the most distant
The one who pleased to your daughter
The one who risks it all
The good for nothing

It does not matter how we travel
Boat, plane, pavot flower
To leave is always an illusion
Maybe but it is so beautiful

You didn't like this young man
With hair too short or too long
Thief of hearts, thief of apples
He is going away. What a blessing
But he is going to pick up stars
Which will florish your skies of beds
To you who stay in the hold
And do not dare to pay the price

It does not matter how we travel
Boat, plane, pavot flower
To leave is always an illusion
Maybe but it is so beautiful

Undoubtly, luck and glory
Will sow flowers under his steps
Unless that, from dreams to unfortunate events
He gets lost, he drowns himself
Whether he is in the bed of a queen
Whether he makes a last circle in the water
Whether he wins or loses his sorrow
His destiny is one of the most beautiful

The end of the journey does not matter
The name of the hero does not matter
The one who carries mirages
Is a flower to your hats
Is a flower to your hats

Charles Dumont - The Impossible Loves

Original Title: "Les amours impossibles"
Year: 1978

We carry them with us
From the depth of childhood
A secret, an agitation,
A tender hope
We carry them in our heart
Without being able to speak about them
Those strange happiness’s
That we'll never live

The impossible loves
Forever vanished
The impossible loves
Forever forbidden
The impossible loves
Outside of life
The impossible loves
Come back to us without noise

In the heart of summer
At the bend of a glance
In an insane dream
On the platform of a station
A face you get a glimpse of
A few exchanged words
A moment nothing more
We have met them

The impossible loves
Forever vanished
The impossible loves
Forever forbidden
The impossible loves
Outside of life
The impossible loves
Come back to us without noise

You know it well
That pinch of the heart
That desire, that need
Of something, of elsewhere
This call to destiny
That we could not understand
Which leaves you in the morning
With a taste of ashes

The impossible loves
Forever vanished
The impossible loves
Forever forbidden
The impossible loves
Coming from the bottom of the nights
The impossible loves
Are truer than life

Charles Dumont - I might still be loving you

Original Title: "Il se peut que je t'aime encore"
Year: 1980

I never know how to say the words you expect
I am better or worse than those you talk about while dreaming
I am a sleeping water, you'd like a torrent

But my love, Is way stronger
Than lightning and the north wind
And even after, after the autumn
I might still be loving you

I know nothing of the tears, I know nothing of the shouts
I only know the scale, of the piano on which I play my life
I only have one weapon, the words I am writing you

But my love, Is way stronger
Than lightning and the north wind
And even after, after the autumn
I might still be loving you

I am a bad student, to life lessons
I only believe in dreams
Which I invent at the bottom of my nights
The day takes them away from me, and leaves me misunderstood

But my love, Is way stronger
Than lightning and the north wind
And even after, after the autumn
I might still be loving you

Because my love, Is way stronger
Than lightning and the north wind
And even after, after the autumn
I might still be loving you

Yes my love, Is way stronger
Than lightning and the north wind
And even after, after the autumn
I might still be loving you
Still, still, still

Edith Piaf & Charles Dumont - The lovers...

Original Title: "Les amants"
Year: 1962

When the lovers will hear
This song
It's certain, my beauty,
It's certain
That they will cry...

They will listen to
The love words
That you were saying.
They will hear
Your love voice
When you loved me.
When you believed you loved me
That I loved you, that we were loving one another

When the lovers will hear
this song
It's certain, my beauty, (I love you so much)
It's certain (we love each other so much)
that they will cry... (...way more than before)

I still hear...I hear your laugh
When sometimes I was telling you:
"If one day...
...you did not love me anymore
If one day...
...we did not love one another anymore."
You answered: "It's impossible!"
And you laughed, you laughed.
Well, you see, you should not have laughed.

When the lovers will hear
This song
It's certain, my beauty, (I love you less)
It's certain (you love me less)
That they will cry...(we love each others less)

They will listen to
The love words
That you were saying.
They will hear
Your love voice
When you loved me.
When you believed you loved me
That I loved you, that we were loving one another

When the lovers will hear
This song
It's certain, my beauty, (I do not love you anymore)
It's certain (You do not love me anymore)
That they will cry...(We do not love each other anymore)