Paroles ... Chanson Paris années 50. Valse. Romantique & tendre. Voix de femme, ...Chanson Paris années 50. Valse. Romantique & tendre. Voix de femme, accordéon, flûte, ensemble de cordes & trompette.
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Paroles ... « Belle nuit, ô nuit d'amour ». Charmant & rêveur. Mezzo-soprano, ...« Belle nuit, ô nuit d'amour ». Charmant & rêveur. Mezzo-soprano, soprano, choeurs et orchestre symphonique.
Belle nuit, ô nuit d'amour Souris à nos ivresses Nuit plus douce que le jour Ô, belle nuit d'amour! Le temps fuit et sans retour Emporte nos tendresses Loin de cet heureux séjour Le temps fuit sans retour Zéphyrs embrasés z-nous vos caresses Zéphyrs embrasés Donnez-nous vos baisers! Vos baisers! Vos baisers! Ah! Belle nuit, ô, nuit d'amour Souris à nos ivresses Nuit plus douce que le jour, Ô, belle nuit d'amour! Ah! souris à nos ivresses! Nuit d'amour, ô, nuit d'amour! Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!
On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.
Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.
Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or
English translation : PARIS TOUJOURS In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss On a station platform
Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold
Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
Dans les vagues de Biarritz disparaît le fracas du monde Pas un jour pas un solstice sans l’écume qui vagabonde Au fond des âmes brûle un sésame C’est le présent qui s’enflamme
Dans les mots que tu me glisses : des secondes suspendues Faudrait il que j’abolisse le temps qui passe et les vertus Je laisse fuir les âmes d’artistes, les sentiments hédonistes…
Dans les rides de tes yeux, les minutes ralentissent Dans tes gestes voluptueux se dessinent les délices
Ici et maintenant, Dans la douceur Que donne le souffle du temps Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte, Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
English translation :
HERE AND NOW
Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
In the waves of Biarritz, disappears the turmoil of the world Not a day, not a solstice without the foam that roams Deep in the soul burns a sesame It's the present that ignites it.
In the words you whispered: suspended seconds Should I abolish the passage of time and the virtues I let the souls of artists flee, the hedonistic feelings ...
In the wrinkles of your eyes, the minutes slow down In your voluptuous gestures we see the delight Here and now, In the sweetness
Which time breathes Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
If you wanna know, how hard it wasSince you’ve been gone, all night long If you really wanna know, how time can be long And how freezing cold, your mind can beThen just, listen to those words I say And pray for your heart to melt awayIt’s the broken heart lullaby For you to realize it cries How many wonders you can put in just one heart This one is broken from the start
Paroles ... Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. Tendre, chaleureux & charmant ...Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. Tendre, chaleureux & charmant avec une touche de mélancolie. Chanteuse, guitare brésilienne, caxixi & bugle @ 1'12.
Como não recordar de nós dois, quanta saudade
Tantas lembranças tão antigas tão presentes
Que não posso esquecer, como poderia
Nao tem jeito não
Mesmo se eu quisesse renegar, anos depois
Cada passo lado a lado
Cada laço assim atado
Eu não poderia deslembrar jamais
Tem jeito não
Tempo passou pra nós dois
Mas ficou um gosto bom
Tempos depois pra nós dois
Tempo bom que passou
Que passou que ficou
Alternate. Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. tendre, chaleureux & ...Alternate. Bossa Nova typique des années 60's. tendre, chaleureux & charmant avec une touche de mélancholie. Bugle lead, guitare & percussions brésiliennes légères.
Life’s become so fragile now that I care But I guess that means that I’m Getting somewhere Remember the time Laying in your bedWhen you told me that you loved me And you stroked my head
And I stared out the open window I’d even told you That one night howWords don’t mean a thing But it’s alright Cause every time I open my mouth And I wanna tell you something But something else comes out
But do you know that I need you nowI’m trying to tell you but I don’t know how So much frustration in my Untidy roomThat you thoughtfully went andGot me a broom But inside my room Is a messy mind that isTangled and twisted And untied
You know that I’m not too organisedI’m trying to be but I don’t have the time The cement in my headWas making me sinkBut you pulled me up and it hurts a little less to think So life’s a little fragile But I guess it always isWhen you’ve got some sort of reasonThat makes you wanna live But will you share a bit of the weightI’ve carried it with me for 21 years straight
Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me Stay with me in silence I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence
Paroles ... Chanson folk dans un esprit old time. Chanteuse, guitare, basse ...Chanson folk dans un esprit old time. Chanteuse, guitare, basse électrique, mandoline & harmonium.
You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s I know it may seem redundant But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt
And now it’s Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Underscore. Folk dans un esprit old time. Guitare, basse électrique, ...Underscore. Folk dans un esprit old time. Guitare, basse électrique, mandoline & harmonium.
