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FARMER GIRL

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

HERE ALL ALONE IN THE CORNFIELD AT NIGHT
THE SKY’S FULL OF STARS
AND THE MOON’S SHINING BRIGHT
IF ONLY I COULD FLY OFF LIKE A BIRD,
FLY AWAY, FLY AWAY, LIKE A BLUE BIRD.

Chorus

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
FARMER GIRL, FARMER GIRL, FLY AWAY ! (DREAM AWAY)

MY MA AND PA BOTH WORK HARD ON THE LAND,
I DO MY DAMNEDEST TO LEND THEM A HAND,
I COULD NOT STAND ALL THE STRUGGLE AND STRIFE
FARMER GIRL, FARMER’S WIFE…NOT ON YOUR LIFE.

Chorus

I JUST CAN’T LIVE LIKE A BIRD IN A CAGE
EACH DAY THAT GOES BY SEEMS MORE LIKE AN AGE
INTO THE NIGHT SKY AWAY I WILL FLY
FLY AWAY FLY AWAY LIKE A BLUEBIRD

I’LL BE DANCER TWIRLING AROUND
AN ACTRESS, A SINGER, A BEAUTY QUEEN CROWNED
MY FACE WILL BE SEEN IN EVERY MAGAZINE
FROM PARIS TO L. A.
FROM NEW YORK TO BOMBAY
ALL THIS I’LL ACHIEVE
CALL ME NAÏVE
BUT I BELIEVE
DREAMS CAN COME TRUE

Virgule sur la langue
Le temps incertain
Flotte comme un ange
Fixe le silence
Fige la rue
Et passe son chemin.


Filent les nuages
Tombe la pluie
Les heures s’égrainent

Le long du chemin
La parole revient
S’écrit sur la page


Coulent les mots
Un flot sur la langue
Les minutes s’envolent

Le temps s’éclaircit
La rue se disperse
L’aurore accomplie

Comma on the tong
Uncertain time
Floats like an angel
Fixes the silence
Freezes the street
And goes on its way

Clouds fly by
Rain falls
Hours are counted
Along the way
Words return
Written on the page

A wave of words

Flow from the tongue
The minutes fly by
The weather brightens
The street disperses
The dawn accomplished

Italiano
Blu,
il colore della libertà,

Blu, il chiarore dell' immensità,

Lassù, dove il mondo nasce e finisce

lassù, dove il sole splende e sparisce.

Soffio,
sulla vela bianca in balìa,

Soffio, su un uomo che non tornerà,

Respiro,
respiro della sposa ora lasciata,
Respiro
respiro dell' onda morendo sulla riva.
Français

Bleu,
La couleur de la liberté
Bleu, la pureté de l’immensité
Là-haut, où le monde commence et se termine
Là-haut où le soleil brille et disparaît

Un souffle
Sur la voile blanche en errance (ou qui dérive
?)
Un souffle, sur un homme qui ne reviendra pas
Un soupir,
Un soupir de la mariée laissée seule
Un soupir de l’onde qui meurt sur la rive

English

Blue
The colour of freedom
Blue, purity and immensity
Up there where the world begins and ends
Up there where the sun shines and disappears

A breath

On the white sail in the distance
A breath on a man who will never return
A sigh,

A sigh of the bride left alone
A sigh of the wave that dies on the shore

Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète
Qui t’a fait perdre la tête
?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit
Levant les yeux je me dis
:
Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis

Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage

Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom
Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte

English translation :
Moulin de La Galette
You couldn’t love meLike you should
Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself:
As long as
Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette
shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise
Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)