La Rue Kétanou - My fault that is yours

Original title: "Ma faute à toi"
Year: 2003

I need still and always
I need to enter in a woman's home
To come out at daybreak
With a bit less flames
In the eyes
When I look at you
Because our love that belongs to us
I'm the only one who keeps it

I need to enter in a woman's home
In someone else's home other than yours
You who lost my flame
My flame which was for you
I need to forget about you
To not recognize you
Everywhere I go
I need to be reborn

I need to live
To live in front of myself
Those who love me follow me
I know, you, you stay there
I need to love
I can't do anything else
I need to love
And it's not your fault

It's my fault that is yours
You who is too beautiful
You you are too beautiful for me
And the beauties are cruel
For those who want them
For those who do not have them
For those who are alone
For those who do not know
For those who walk for hours
And are going nowhere
For those who drink
For those who do not sleep
For those who sing
Who sing
For those who sing
Who sing for you

I need to live
To live in front of myself
Those who love me follow me
I know, you, you stay there
I need to love
I can't do anything else
I need to love
And it's not your fault

It's my fault that is yours
You who is too beautiful
You you are too beautiful for me
And the beauties are cruel
For those who want them
For those who do not have them
For those who are alone
For those who do not know
For those who walk for hours
And are going nowhere
For those who drink
For those who do not sleep
For those who sing
Who sing
For those who sing
Who sing for you

Leny Escudero - The journey

Original Title: "Le voyage"
Year: 1974

(Him) Tell me, is it for now?
You always say "Wait"
And that we have plenty of time
To make the journey

(Her): It's true it's too early
Harness the horses
Call back the crew
We are barely fifteen years old

(Him) We are fifteen years old, it's true
But I love you, you know
I know the East and the West
I know the North
It's the South I want
The South is in your eyes

(Her) Come on, wait
One must be wise
You crumpled my blouse
One must be patient
We have time
For the light-hearted gallantries
We'll do it your nice journey
We are always twenty years old

(Him) We are always twenty years old
But not for very long
One day we are thirty years old
And then one day fourty
And then we do not count no more
It's time which is counting us
And there, there is more than
necessary in the fairytales

(Her) Oh you were right
I beg for your forgiveness
If I had known
That you'd be my companion
But I could not have known
You who were the first
That you would be the only one
That you'd be the last
Come, it's our last wrecking
We'll do it, the journey
Yes, but just the two of us
Come, put your hand in mine
Don't be afraid, I'm holding you tight

(Him) Oh, don't push me
You are expected over there
It's not that I am tormented
To go in hell
But I can't now
I have something to do
After all there is no hurry
I want my share of caresses
I've the regret of the vine arbour
I want to finish my bottle

(Her) Do not leave me
I'm afraid to get cold
Oh, come right against me
If you loved me
Like I loved you
You only loved me
Tell me, my love
For the last time

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

Jean-Marie Vivier - What I do not tell you

Original Title: C'que j'te dis pas
Year: 1991

If I were to tell you what I do not tell you
And that I've never been able to tell
I, so shy and clumsy
Aside from when I'm in my frenzy

If I told you: you are like a sky
letting all its sorrow cry
Way more precious than a rainbow
As it comes to die in my hand

If I told you: you are a star
For a Pierrot who plays so badly
And who never reveals himself
Or dirties himself sideways

If I dared to tell you what I do not tell you
Houses full of dreams
and of tendernesses at every finger
Where I learn my keys again

If I dared to say that you are an island
Where we board everytime
We have the heart way too fragile
And like it, you are always there

If I dared to say that you are the port of call
Where I lay my sad mornings
On the pathway you are my lantern
To keep the artist's life going

Tonight I tell you what I do not tell you
You are like a bedhead book
Which we rediscover every time
And which never ends

You are a hundred thousand days per second
And all the seconds of my life
One hundred thousands places merging together
To form a single country

You are Time runnning after the hours
To stop their steps
To tame happiness
Tonight I tell you what I do not tell you

I love you
I love you

Serge Reggiani - Of velvet and silk

Original Title: "De velours et de soie"
Text: Boris Vian
Year: 1964

Wild flowers
Oceans of the world
Blond islands
Had always tempted me

Done the big travels
Done the orange skies
All the odd shivers
You have given those to me

Of velvet and silk
Like your perfumed skin
Of light and velvet
Like your eyes

Of rose and light
Like the taste of your mouth
Of blood and fresh rose
Like your cheeks

Of fire, gold and blood
Like a kiss you give to me
Of silver, fire and gold
Like your body which gives itself

Of sun and silver
Your hair in the purple wind
Of pleasure and sun
Like a night in your arms.

Léo Ferré - Verlaine - Sentimental Colloqium

Original Title: "Colloque sentimental"
Text: Paul Verlaine
Year:1986
There is a very good translation here but it does not match words for words.

In the old park, lonely and frozen,
Two shapes have passed earlier.

Their eyes are dead, their lips are limp
And one can barely hear their words.

In the old park, lonely and frozen,
Two ghosts have recalled the past

- Do you remember our past ecstasy?
- Why do you want me to remember it?

- Does your heart still beat by my name alone?
Do you still see my soul in dream?

- No - Ah! The beautiful days of inexpressible happiness
When we joined our mouths! - It's possible

- How blue the sky was and how big hope was!
- Hope has fled, vanquished, to the black sky

Such they walked on in the wild oats
And only the night heard their words.

Jacques Bertin - I had my soul

Original Title: "J'avais mon âme"
Year: 1968

I had my soul wide open
I was alone and had time
Air was bursting on the road
The girl was going up, going up
A singing girl through the vine

While singing her loves, distracted
With a very distant gaze
Pushing her song in front of her
The girl was going up, going up
I, was seeing her pass, I was hungry

She offered me of her mystery
A sad and charming smile
I invited her in a big silence
Come here, come here beauty
To hide your story in my hands

Then she left without a word
She will come back tomorrow
Maybe it'll be another one
Come here, come here beauty
With her secret, her distant gaze

Girls will come by the dozen
Dry their linen on my wire
Whom I'll love one after the other
Come here, come here beauty
For their mystery and my hesitating look

So am I, so are we
The dream marching in front
What is this distant song
In the heavy eyes of the strangers
Like my shadow haunting me
Or like a lost paradise?