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

Gribouille - Ostend

Original Title: "Ostende"
Year: 1968

If I knew how to speak about Ostende
Me, I'd give her your name
I would tell to whom wants to hear it
That you deserve a song

Ostende, you made it so pretty to me
Noone ever changed Paris for me
And of wave's memory
If one has to believe the waves
And of seaweed's memory
If one has to believe the seaweeds.

There hasn't been before
Lovers as beautiful as us
Even so that Tristan
Was sleeping at our knees

If I knew how to speak about Ostende
I'd ask her forgiveness
Because I swear to whom wants to hear it
That it always bore your name

Ostende which was making her ships silent
I know, it was to better hear your laugh
And we were standing
Without knowing that it was raining
While drinking that thunderstorm
Oh God, how I loved you!

The words you told me
Are not those that one writes down
Feathers and poets
Are quiet sometimes

If I knew how to speak about Ostende
I would not say anything about the sea
But I'd say to whom wants to hear it
That love gives you green eyes

I do not know how to talk about Ostende
I can only make a song
You only will be able to understand
That all along, I have said your name

Gribouille - Mathias

Year: 1965

It's not the cross, not the banner*
To greet all the friends
And to carve on a stone
May the buddies remain here
Come on, Mathias, we have to go home
That time Mathias is the last
Stop, Mathias, crying so much
For three buddies dead at the war

It's not the cross, not the banner*
A pretty kid who gets married
And even if last year
It's to you she was saying "yes"
Come on, Mathias, we have to go home
That time Mathias is the last
Stop crying so much, Mathias,
It's only a love that is being lost

You speak too much, Mathias
You have to sing
You bore us, Mathias
You have to dance
We, we don't care, Mathias,
Of your past
And your sorrows, Mathias
Are old-fashioned, Mathias

It's not the cross, not the banner*
To feel his heart scratched
By too many thorns and too many stones
There is beer to warm yourself up
Come on, Mathias, we have to go home
That time Mathias is the last
Stop crying so much, Mathias,
What's the point of being sincere

You speak too much, Mathias
You have to sing
You bore us, Mathias
You have to dance
We, we don't care, Mathias,
Of your past
One more drink, Mathias
And go dance, dance, dance

*It's not the devil's own job
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