Paroles ... Romantique, mélancolique & émouvant. Voix de femme parlée @ 1'37. ...Romantique, mélancolique & émouvant. Voix de femme parlée @ 1'37. Chanteuse, guitare twangy, piano & rythmique.
A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie A chaque fois que je surprends Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour… ? Tu seras de retour… (Parlé) Des volets bleus, une maison, Sur la jetée de Quiberon, Les jours heureux… Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs, Comme une résonnance de ton absence.
Peut-être un jour dans cette allée Reviendras-tu passer l’été ? Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai ? Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches Une caresse, une présence Comme une douce amère incertitude…
English translation :
PERHAPS ONE DAY Each time I wait for you In the dark streets where the wind blows Each time, I feel this melancholy Each time I catch In your notebooks, our fleeting looks All those times where our evidences dance On the yellowed canvas of our memories A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy Under the big linden tree where leaves are piling up I'm waiting ... Perhaps one day ...? You will be back ...
(Spoken) Blue shutters, a house, On Quiberon quay, Happy Days… Flocks of migratory birds, Like a resonance of your absence.
Perhaps one day in this alleyway Will you come back for the summer? Perhaps here, tomorrow, Perhaps in the month of May? In the glow of your sleepless nights A caress, a presence Like a bitter sweet uncertainty ...
Paroles ... Loving, mellow & sentimental bolero, sung in Spanish. Female singer, ...Loving, mellow & sentimental bolero, sung in Spanish. Female singer, Spanish guitar, Latin percussion & bass.
Ya, se va el sol,te vas tu,y me quedo sola.Portodo el dolorque dejaste a tu paso Notengo nada que perdonar.El tiempo se encargaráde sanarlas heridas Quisiera moriry preguntarte:"Por que razóntu me engañaste,si yo te amaba,si yo te amabade verdad Después de todos estos añossolo quedó el sabor amargode una traición,que no podrénunca entender.
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Paroles ... Chanson années 40. Cabaret. Sensuel & mélancolique. Chanteuse, ...Chanson années 40. Cabaret. Sensuel & mélancolique. Chanteuse, orchestre à cordes, piano & trompette.
C’est fini Mon chériC’est finiC’est la vieJe m’ennuieMais je t’oublieC’est la vieTant pis Nous n’irons plus dans cette chambre bleueAvec un balcon sur la merNous n’aurons plus tous ces matins grisEnlacés mais solitaires
English translation :
It’s over That’s lifeIt’s overMy darlingThat’s lifeI am boredBut I forget youThat’s lifeToo bad We’ll never go again to that blue roomWith a balcony over the seaWe’ll never again see those grey morningsEntwined but alone
Version instrumentale. Années 40. Romantique, raffiné & sensuel. ...Version instrumentale. Années 40. Romantique, raffiné & sensuel. Orchestre à cordes, bois, piano & cuivres.
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur Seront tous en fête Les belles auront la folie en tête Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant Des pendants d'oreilles Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvantQuand vous en serez au temps des cerises Si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour Evitez les belles Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles Je ne vivrai point sans souffrir un jour Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises Vous aurez aussi des peines d'amourJ'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises C'est de ce temps-là que je garde au cœur Une plaie ouverte Et Dame Fortune, en m'étant offerte Ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur
English translation : Cherry Time When we will sing of the cherry timeAnd gay nightingale and mocking blackbirdWill all be happy as locksThe fair ladies will have folly in mindAnd lovers sunshine in their heartsWhen we will sing of the cherry timeThe mocking blackbird will chirp even better But it’s quite short, the cherry timeWhen the two of us go dreaming as we pickCherry earingsCherries of love in matching dressesFalling under the leaves like drops of bloodBut it is quiet short, the cherry timeCoral pendants we pick while we dream When you will be in the cherry timeAnd you’re afraid of love’s sadnessAvoid the fair ladiesI not fearing the cruel painsI will live not one day without sufferingWhen you will be in the cherry timeYou too will feel the sadness of love I will always love the cherry timeIt’s from this time that I keep in my heartAn open woundAnd Lady Fortune being offered to meCould never relieve my painI will always love the cherry timeAnd the memory I keep in my heart
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 ... Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable ...Slow & romantic in a folk mood, sung in Spanish. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Female singer, arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & Latin percussion, synth, vocal solo @ 2'12.
MiraQue si sonríes brilla más cada mañanaQue por las noches cuando me acuesto en mi camaBrilla el solMiraQue si despierto con frío en la madrugadaRecuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohadaBrilla el solCuandoCuando te miroBrilla el sol cuando me siento caerBrilla el solPero amanezco en tu pielBrilla el solTe miroRespiroMiraQue es tu sonrisa lo que más quiero en el mundoQue si sonríesSiento un palpitar profundoBrilla el solCuandoCuando te miroBrilla el sol cuando me siento caerBrilla el solPero amanezco en tu pielBrilla el sol de nocheTarde, madrugadaBrilla el solBrilla el solBrilla el solBrilla el solRecuerdo el calor de tu sonrisa en mi almohada
Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable ...Underscore. Slow & romantic in a folk mood. Minimal stable instrumentation yet very emotional. Arpeggiated Spanish guitar, vocal & latin percussion, synth.
Paroles ... Mélancolique, sentimental & grave. Section de cordes. Chanteuse, ...Mélancolique, sentimental & grave. Section de cordes. Chanteuse, piano, basse électrique, guitare folk & rythmique.
Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au mondeQui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au monde Est ce qu’il est faux Est ce qu’il est vrai Est ce que je le rencontrerai
Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au monde Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus Le plus au monde Est ce qu’il est blond Est ce qu’il est con, peut-être Je le reconnaitrai
Si je pouvais Je dirais ton nom Est-ce qu’il est faux Est-ce qu’il est vrai Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus Le plus au monde Plus que toi Toi et ton cinéma
Si je savais Je dirais son nom Qui est le garçon Qui est le garçon Qui est le garçon
English translation :
WHO'S THE BOYWho’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Is he false ? Is he true? I’m going to meet him
Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Is he blonde ? Is he stupid ? I will recognize him If I could I would say your name Is he false ? Is he true?
Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world More than you You and your games
Paroles ... Chanson années 50. Sentimental & émouvant. Chanteuse, piano & ...Chanson années 50. Sentimental & émouvant. Chanteuse, piano & orchestre à cordes.
Je n’ai que ton amourPour baigner de douceurLa fuite de nos joursOublier nos malheurs.Cette route insensée Epuise notre sangPourquoi vivre accabléLorsque l’on s’aime tant Je n’ai que ton amourPour enflammer ma vieDans ta force infinieJe me love sans détourTu réchauffe mon cœurApaise mon chagrinPourquoi tout ce bonheur Aurait-il une fin Je n’ai que ton amourDans mon sang dans ma chairEt ma gorge se serreAttendant ton retourDes automnes durant.Le bois mort de nos viesCouvrira nos printemps Et nos amours finis
English translation :
I’ve only got your love I’ve only got your loveTo sweetly batheThe passing of our daysTo forget our unhappinessThis road without senseDrains us of blood,Why live despondentWhen we
love each other so much I’ve only got your loveto light up my lifeI unhesitatingly bury myself In your infinite strengthYou recandle my heaertSweeten my sadnessWhy must all this happinessCome to an end I’ve only got your loveIn my flesh and bloodAnd the tears well upAwaiting your returnFor so many autumnsThe dead wood of our livesWill cover our springtimesAnd our lost love
Paroles ... Féminin, mélancolique & en suspens. Chanteuse avec piano.
FOR BETTER OR WORSEOne more day to wake up with the sunStarring at the steam of his hot coffee behind him his family He’s been trying, trying hard but there’s no mercyIt’s one more day to accept his destinyIf it’s cold outside, if he’s burning inside No dreams and no needs He’s gotta carry on For better or worse, he would keep on Dealing with hopes and blames For better or worse, he’ll just carry on Never reviving the flame Frozen in the daily game For better or worse. One more day to stand up with the sun She doesn’t even know if she slept last night The pills are no longer workin’ so right One more day to fight, to fight with her own mind Dizzy, empty, it’s freezing inside The rooms don’t change, but the complain remains Hoping of tomorrow and a new beginning Today again she’ll end, sittin in the dark And carry on. For better or worse, they would keep on Dealing with hopes and blames For better or worse, they just carry on Never reviving the flame Frozen in the daily game One more day to head home with the risin’ sun Like any other night she ran after the money The black sunglasses can’t hide you honeyOne more day she’ll sleep away, she’ll sleep away her life The smell of the strangers like a thousand knives Cause she believed so wrong, her youth is runnin’She can’t find the right path, though her bell is ringin’ So she swears that the next day, she’ll new begin But she’ll carry on.. For better or worse, they would keep on Dealing with hopes and blames For better or worse, they carry on Never reviving the flame Frozen in the daily game I see them every morning, everyday Did they ever know what it is to live for? Have they ever seen the true picture or Will they ever remember what their dreams were…For better or worse, they would keep on Dealing with hopes and blames For better or worse, they just keep on Never reviving the flame Frozen in the daily game For better or worse.
Paroles ... Chanson pop brésilienne basée sur un rythme de bossa nova. "Je suis ...Chanson pop brésilienne basée sur un rythme de bossa nova. "Je suis comme un géant qui rêve de voyager avec toi." Chanteuse, guitare acoustique, caxixi, tamborim & chœurs masculins. Cordes à 1'56.
BR:
Longe desse ar, longe desse caos
Longe la no mar, longe desse caos...
Ando pensando em ser gigante
Viajar pra todos os planos
Sem ter plano nenhum
Ando sonhando com o instante
Em que eu possa voar longe
E ver o mundo de onde ninguém mais pode ver
Ando sonhando em ser gigante
Mas se você estiver nos planos
É bem melhor eu e você.
Só pra te dizer que era uma era de quem dera
Mas não me espera que hoje o tempo
É meu colega
Só te levo pérolas, você diz que quer joias
E me namora, e me namora.
Nessa condição de vida longe de você
Procuro nos mares mil tesouros pra entender
E já não importa o que eles vão dizer
Só me namora...
Ando pensando em ser gigante
Viajar pra todos os planos
Sem ter plano nenhum
Ando sonhando com o instante
Em que eu possa voar longe
E ver o mundo de onde ninguém mais pode ver
Eu e você...
Longe desse ar, longe desse caos
Longe la no mar, longe desse caos...
Eu e você
Longe desse ar
Que possa nos pegar
Longe desse cais
Longe desse mal
Longe desse ar
Longe desse caos
Longe desse mal...
ENG:
Giant
Far from this air, far from this chaos
Far out to sea, far away from this chaos...
I'm thinking of being a giant
Traveling to every plane
Without having any plan
I've been dreaming of the moment
When I can fly far away
And see the world from where no one else can
I've been dreaming of being a giant
But if you're in the plans
It's better to have you and me.
Just to tell you that it was a bygone era
But don't expect me, today time
Is my colleague
I only bring you pearls, you say you want jewels
And you flirt with me, and you flirt with me.
In this life far from you
I search the seas for a thousand treasures to understand
And it doesn't matter what they say anymore
Just date me...
I'm thinking of being a giant
Traveling to every plane
Without having any plans
I've been dreaming of the moment
When I can fly away
And see the world from where no one else can
Me and you...
Far from this air, far from this chaos
Far out to sea, far away from this chaos...
Me and you
Far from this air
That can catch us
Far from this pier
Far from this evil
Far from this air
Far from this chaos
Far from this evil...
Paroles ... Nostalgique, sentimental & désuet. Section de cordes. Chanteuse, ...Nostalgique, sentimental & désuet. Section de cordes. Chanteuse, piano acoustique, flûte traversière, glockenspiel & rythmique.
Il est venu le temps de l'amour automne,le temps de l'insouciance et des rires perdus, il a soufflé le vent des soirs monotones et lents l'amour automne, est venu doucement. Il est si froid le temps de l'amour hiver, quand plus rien ne se crée et que tout se perd la neige a recouvert princesses et chevaliers blancs l'amour hiver a glacé les amants Comme il est loin le temps de l'amour printemps, son parfum éphémère, ses manèges d'antan il dure qu'un instant, et puis, il est derrière l'amour printemps, c'est celui des enfants. English translation :AUTUMN LOVE
Came the time of autumn love, The time of nonchalance and lost laughter, The wind blew in the slow monotonous evenings Autumn love came slowly. The time of winter love is so cold, When nothing grows and all is lost The snow covered princesses and white knights Winter love froze lovers
How far away is the time of spring love, Its ephemeral fragrance, the fairground rides of yesteryear It lasts only a moment, and then, it is passed Spring love is the Love of children.
Paroles ... Romance dans l'esprit des comédies musicales. Sentimental, fragile & ...Romance dans l'esprit des comédies musicales. Sentimental, fragile & mélancolique. Chanteuse, orchestre symphonique & piano.
IN THE HERE AND NOW
Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega
I LIVE IN A KIND OF DREAM
BUT A DREAM THAT SEEMS QUITE REAL
AND I’M ON THE BRINK
BECAUSE WHAT I THINK’S OUT OF SYNCH
WITH WHAT I FEEL
BUT HEY I DON’T GIVE A DAMN
WHAT I THINK IS NOT WHAT I AM
GONNA SHED MY SKIN
AND I’M TRADING IN
EVERYTHING I’VE EVER BEEN
AND I AM NOT AFRAID
NOT A BIT CONCERNED
AND I’LL BE FORGETTING
MORE THAN I HAVE EVER LEARNED
SLIDE TOWARDS THE EDGE
STEP ACROSS THE LEDGE
ALL MY BRIDGES BURNED
TO BE IN THE HERE AND NOW
KNOWING HOW TO HEAR AND FEEL AND SEE
STEP OFF INTO SPACE
ISN’T THIS THE PLACE
I WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE?
Paroles ... Romance dans le style des comédies musicales. Sentimental, lyrique & ...Romance dans le style des comédies musicales. Sentimental, lyrique & mélancolique. Chanteuse, orchestre & piano.
IN THE HERE AND NOW
Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega
I LIVE IN A KIND OF DREAM
BUT A DREAM THAT SEEMS QUITE REAL
AND I’M ON THE BRINK
BECAUSE WHAT I THINK’S OUT OF SYNCH
WITH WHAT I FEEL
BUT HEY I DON’T GIVE A DAMN
WHAT I THINK IS NOT WHAT I AM
GONNA SHED MY SKIN
AND I’M TRADING IN
EVERYTHING I’VE EVER BEEN
AND I AM NOT AFRAID
NOT A BIT CONCERNED
AND I’LL BE FORGETTING
MORE THAN I HAVE EVER LEARNED
SLIDE TOWARDS THE EDGE
STEP ACROSS THE LEDGE
ALL MY BRIDGES BURNED
TO BE IN THE HERE AND NOW
KNOWING HOW TO HEAR AND FEEL AND SEE
STEP OFF INTO SPACE
ISN’T THIS THE PLACE
I WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE?
Paroles ... Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une ...Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une rupture. Folk-pop trompeusement naïf chanté en espagnol. Voix féminine, guitare folk, synthétiseurs, chœurs féminins, cymbales @0'28, progression & climax @2'08.
ES:
Ya no quiero seguir con miedo
En tus manos estoy perdida
Me matas
Vete aqui?
Tus palabras me dejan sorda
Tu mirada cego? mi credo
Por favor
No quiero verte aqui?
Ahhhh
Vete de aqui?
Ahhhh
Vete de aqui?
Estar contigo
La peor condena
Prefiero salir a la carretera
Para enfrentar la vida sola
Son?ar por mi cuenta
Y si la muerte me encuentra
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Ahhhhh
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Morir Feliz
Ahhhh
Lejos de ti
Ahhhhh
Morir Feliz
(Morire, morire, morire)
EN:
I don't want to be afraid anymore
In your hands I am lost
You kill me
Go away here
Your words leave me deaf
Your gaze blinded my creed
Please
I don't want to see you here
Ahhhh
Get out of here
Ahhhh
Go away from here
To be with you
Is the worst sentence
I'd rather hit the road
To face life alone
To dream on my own
And if death finds me
Die happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Ahhhhhh
Die happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Dying Happy
Ahhhh
Away from you
Ahhhhh
Happy Dying
Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une ...Des sons doux & rêveurs d'un sentiment de guérison après une rupture. Folk-pop trompeusement naïf. Guitare folk, synthétiseurs, cymbales @0'28, progression & climax @2'08.
Paroles ... Romantic & passionate waltz in a Mexican mariachi style with a pop ...Romantic & passionate waltz in a Mexican mariachi style with a pop mood, sung in Spanish. Slow intro only requinto & female voice. Full ensemble @ 1'03. Spanish guitar, piano, strings & trumpet.
Quiereme corazón de azúcar Quieremeque quiero probar el mi boca tu dulzura Quiereme corazón de azúcar
Cuando fui a visitarteme atendió tu dulce madrepreguntó que qué quería y yo solo le decía que tus ojos quería vertus ojitos dulcecitoscon olor a chocolateyo quería saborearlos todos pero tú, túno me quería
Quiereme corazón de azúcar Quieremeque quiero probar en mi boca tu dulzura Quiereme corazón de azúcar.
Luego quisiste nadarera un buen día soleado me dio sed y fui a beber era agua de melao’ Te busqué y te había idoaunque no te vi partiren el lago te has pedidoahora todo sabe a ti
Quiereme corazón de azúcar Quieremeque quiero probar en mi boca tu dulzura Quiereme corazón de azúcar.
Se mueven los pastizales impregnados de tu olorme ilumina los recuerdos te veo en cada rincón
Con el paso de los años ahora todo sabe a sal. Quiero recordar tus labios pero tú ya no volverás.
Blue Jean Baby, stop looking so sad.I’ve seen the future, it ain’t looking that bad.The trees were higher, you were still there.I’m not supposed to tell you anything about it. You say that all is over now.But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.You must find the way.Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday. Blue Jean Baby, what have you done.You lost all faith in everyone.But Blue Jean Baby, it can’t be all bad.Finish this chapter, write another story now. You say that all is over now.But I’ve seen it, you’ll get through somehow.You must find the way.Because I’ve seen it, you’ll get through someday.
Rain drops fallI’m going to lose controlWhy don’t you just pay smallAttention to me Hear me callLook at my broken soulOut of this deep dark holeCome and rescue me Can’t you see that I’m reaching out for youTake my hand and we’ll try something new
I felt tallAble to break a wallThought we had touched the goalJust you and me Now I’m smallYou chose to let me fallLike an old used dollYou’ve abandoned me Can’t you feel that I’m still loving youIn my dreams we were meant to be two Raindrops fallI’m going to lose controlWhy don’t you just pay smallAttention to me Hear me callLook at my broken soulOut of this deep dark holeCome and rescue me Can’t you feel that I’m still loving youIn my dreams we were meant to be two Can’t you see that I’m reaching out for youTake my hand and we’ll try something new
Paroles ... Rêveur, mélancolique & sentimental. Solo de guitare acoustique @ ...Rêveur, mélancolique & sentimental. Solo de guitare acoustique @ 1'16. Chanteuse, guitare acoustique, cordes, contrebasse & rythmique.
Tout était beau, tout était bleu, du ciel jusqu'à ses yeux Tout s'est passé en un instant, comme un jeu d'enfant
Je n'avais rien connu de mieux, mon amoureux Cœurs légers, baisers hors du temps, mon bel amant
Rêve éveillé, cheveux au vent Et se cacher comme un jeu d'enfant
Sans un mot, nous faisions tous deux l'amour en feu Non, plus rien n'était important, aussi brûlant
La fin de l'été c'est déchirant Pour tout oublier comme un jeu d'enfant
Son regard glissa peu à peu comme un adieu Les garçons ne sont pas sérieux à 17 ans Comme un jeu d'enfant... English translation : LIKE A CHILDREN’S GAME
Everything was beautiful, everything was blue, from heaven to his eyes
Everything happened in a moment like a children’s game
