Jacques Bertin - When are we going to receive reinforcements?

Original Title: "Quand recevrons-nous des renforts?"
Year: 2002

When are we going to receive reinforcements, my soul?
Remind yourself of the sound of the fifes, suddenly so beautiful
When the column emerged from the big shadow of the big trees
The men hugged each other like crazy and threw their hats

Do you believe that the reinforcements will come? You remember the ambush
Where we lost people and saved our flags
A messenger would have passed on a note through the fence
The night of the life is so long and tough to the soul, the coat

Coat of rains grey and heavy and dirty as well, coat of sorrows
Are we going to finally receive a sign through the lines, over there?
A signal, a tiny light from the infinite where love leads
Is there some water remaining, my soul, for the thirst? Don't weaken!

The reinforcements won't come and we were so lonely in the world
That night when suddenly the sound of the fifes and the drums
As we were going to fall back, made the sky vibrate like a wave
You will remember this, my soul, and will hold until daylight

Jacques Bertin - Aragon - Les Ponts-de-Cé

Les Ponts-de-Cé is the name of a french village, it could be translated to "The bridges of Cé"
Text: Louis Aragon (1942)
Year: 1967

I went through Les Ponts-de-Cé
It's there that everything began

A song of the time gone by
Talks about a wounded knight
About a rose on the roadway
About an unlaced blouse
About a castle of an insane duke
And about swans in the ditches
About the meadows where comes dancing
An eternal bride

And I drank like a frozen milk
the long lai of distorted glories

The Loire takes away my thoughts
Like the overturned cars
And the defused weapons
And the tears badly wiped out
Oh my France! Oh my neglected!
I went through Les Ponts-de-Cé

All poems written by Louis Aragon

Jacques Bertin - Three bouquets

Original Title: "Trois bouquets"

Year: 1974

Three bouquets of flowers
Near the bed
Among the books

The peace that settles here
Because of you
The first bouquet for the child we won't make
The second for the song of men
From which we are separated
The third because you love me: carnations

Three bouquets of flowers
Near the bed
Among the books

One day we will stop fleeing
O my child
One day, we will meet again
I will tell you:
You grew old

On a sad bank
In the silt, you are beautiful
And chilled to the bone

Companions cover our love with your human voices
Coat of revolts
Coat of wool
The one I love is cold

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

La Tordue - I.N.R.I.

Year: 1995

't is because of you all that
't is because of you
All those who go to you
don't come back

Talkin' about you dude
Talkin' about you
Don't duck out like that
Don't duck out

Here there are no false start
No false start
Three days later and is coming back
and is coming back

We only die once, our lot
We only die once
No great act pal
No great act

We are just falling asleep
We say nothing no more
It's those around
who are sad

We are asleep stupidly
In a stone bed
No relations oh no
At mister Peter's

We go down without service
toward those who already
We are not all sons
to your dad

Stay on your cross I'm telling you
Stay on your cross
The holy spirit here
It won't work

What is better in the other world
I ask you just like that
And even would we go up
Better live well down here

If by ill luck
I arrive at your place
If by ill luck
If by mistake
I find myself in the blue
By mistake if
Then I beg you
Damn good lord
Once
is not an habit
If by mistake
I take the wrong digs
If by ill luck
I end up at your place
Then I beg you
One last time

Send me to hell

Live version:

Jacques Bertin - The songs of the time gone by

Original Title: "Les Chansons du Temps Passé"
Year: 1967

Along the bank, a girl to marry
was going away with her hair streaming in the wind
Pass four riders
The lively, the beauty, your hair are tangled
It's because my lover abandonned me

Pass four boatmen
The younger is light of step
And the princess astonished
was awoken with a kiss

Three wandering entertainers go singing
The songs of the time gone by
Who will give them wine
But the roses are withered

They came down to the garden
The magpie told them "Good morning"
There was no more grapes
They picked up rosemary

On the road to Argentré
Proud she was going to the market
There was a roadmender
He stole a kiss from her

It's my friend Pierre
He is going to be hung in his prison
For having hunted a roe deer
On the baron's lands

To the bal are going the engaged couples
Destined for a long time
But the king's son passed
The girl was light-hearted

To Piedmont I'm going to war
For the cruel forgotten
But the horses have trampled
The memories of my valley

The beauty dropped
her silver ring in the water
Who will be able to find it
will get a kiss

Behind home there is a pound
Three beautiful ducks are there swimming
I hear the wind sing
I get married in spring

We will have many children
And in the evening during the gathering
For the words of the present time
We will sing the verb "to love"

Jacques Bertin - Your prison

Original Title: "Ta prison"
Year: 1980

Your prison is a garden where joy
imprints itself like steps in the sand
Happiness is in the hedges of the soul
And my love is your prison

I love you the way I want you
My gaze is your prison
You are very high in the sun
Ideal, you climb toward perfection

And you smile to the tears
My gaze is your mirror
Your pride is your prison

I love you that way and then you die
Let's hold hands as together
we go up into the same sun
And in your hand,
You hold the key of your prison

Despair is a garden where joy
imprints itself like a duty in the sand
Let's love one another this way as together
we are building our house.