Lise Médini - Song for this night

Original Title: "Chanson pour cette nuit"
Year: 1970

Sleep, my love, sleep, I'm watching
Me, I can not sleep
This night, I want it full
And round like a seafood

I want to see on your lips
The air you are going to breath
I want to be born on your breath
I want to be born from a kiss

My gaze which bathes you in sunshines
Makes your body way more naked
From the heel to the groin
I caress you with my eyes

But the swell rocks me
I drift away crazily
I'm the wave and the foam
I'm the sea in motion

Your arms open up, I break
You wake up my love
Your voice rumbles the storm
You throw the anchor and nails me

Prisonner of your legs
Spread in your arms
Hung up from your smile
I only exist through you

Dance, dance, my body, dance
Make all the sacred gestures
Like at the first day of the world
When love was invented

Lise Médini - It's not worth it

Original Title: "Ce n'est pas la peine"

Year: 1967

I'd like love where we love one another
Blended like mountains and plains
I'd like a love united
Like joy with sorrow
The horizon with the infinite

But you say:
It's not worth it
It's not worth it
It's not worth it

But you say:
Every deaths come
It's not worth it
It's not worth it

I'd like a victorious love
Like the river is to the sea
I'd like your heart to my heart
Like a child is to his mother
The blue bird with happiness

But you say:
It's only wild dreams
It's only wild dreams
It's only wild dreams

But you say:
Life is bitter
It's only wild dreams
It's only wild dreams

I'd like for an old man's dream
To be alike to the dreams of children
Slow desire of a blue spring
Toward a triumphant beyond
I'd like love out of time

But you say:
All flowers wither
All flowers wither
All flowers wither

But you say:
On a pavane
All flowers wither
All flowers wither

However if you said yes
The seven days would become sunday
The sun would put at midnight
Shivers on every branches
When the cheek leans over the cheek

But you say:
Every deaths come
It's not worth it
It's not worth it

But you say:
Life is bitter
It's only wild dreams
It's only wild dreams

But you say:
On a pavane
All flowers wither
All flowers wither

But you say:
It's not worth it
It's not worth it
It's not worth it

Jacques Douai - Luc Bérimont - I am closer to you

Original Title: "Je suis plus près de toi"
Text: "Luc Bérimont"
Music: "Lise Médini"
Year: 1964

I plant a dry tree in the belly of the fire
The worn wick of the day blackens under the rain
The evening's noises are born. I hear the oxen come in
The pendulum has ground minutes of soot

I'm closer to you
Who confuses the route
And who lets my voice
Drift on the ponds

I'm closer to you
Than the wind in the towers
Than the disgust of the days
which sits at the table and taunts me

I will know from now on how to suffer from love
Lost on the edge of the meadows in the muds of fall
I knew the sorrow in Paris in the yards
It's well a similar pain, a similar trick

I'm closer to you
Who confuses the route
And who lets my voice
Drift on the ponds

I'm closer to you
Than the wind in the towers
Than the disgust of the days
Which sits at the table and taunts me

Winter is a dead king feathered with crows
He opens, he was expecting me, he laughs at me like a brother
The bedrooms are adorned with a checker of old bones
The age I have tonight weights like a stone

I'm closer to you
Who confuses the route
And who lets my voice
Drift on the ponds

I'm closer to you
Than the wind in the towers
Than the disgust of the days
Which sits at the table and taunts me

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