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10 years 7 months ago #835
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One of my favourite "vacuum cleaner time" song, with the amazing voice of Stevie Nicks...
Fleetwood Mac - Sara
Fleetwood Mac - Sara
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10 years 7 months ago - 10 years 7 months ago #837
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Patricia Kaas - Une fille de l'Est
A girl from the East
Because our skies are gloomy
And here we don't have the sea
We have put the blue in our eyes
It's in our glances that we lost ourselves
It's maybe because of the sun
Which forget us long seasons
We want gold as in Marseille
We've put it in our blond hair
I'm from a country, a horizon, a border
Which sounds war, which sounds eternal winter
And if you want to learn me
If you really want to know me well
I'm in every word, in every of my moves
A girl from the East
Here the cold freezes bodies
And the heat can burn you
Here all is intense and strong
We don't make half job
And all this crosses, these trenches
Here we know the price of blood
The absurdity of fighting when
We fell on both sides
I'm from a region, a language, an history
Which sounds far, which sounds battles and memory
The one which saw me born
The one which made me the way i'm made
A land, a character, the one i remain
I'm from these people, worthy and standing in their silence
Where a word is a word, where a promise have a sense
And if you can understand who i am when i love or i hate
I will offer you the right, simple and sincere love
Of a girl from the East
A girl from the East
A girl from the East
Because our skies are gloomy
And here we don't have the sea
We have put the blue in our eyes
It's in our glances that we lost ourselves
It's maybe because of the sun
Which forget us long seasons
We want gold as in Marseille
We've put it in our blond hair
I'm from a country, a horizon, a border
Which sounds war, which sounds eternal winter
And if you want to learn me
If you really want to know me well
I'm in every word, in every of my moves
A girl from the East
Here the cold freezes bodies
And the heat can burn you
Here all is intense and strong
We don't make half job
And all this crosses, these trenches
Here we know the price of blood
The absurdity of fighting when
We fell on both sides
I'm from a region, a language, an history
Which sounds far, which sounds battles and memory
The one which saw me born
The one which made me the way i'm made
A land, a character, the one i remain
I'm from these people, worthy and standing in their silence
Where a word is a word, where a promise have a sense
And if you can understand who i am when i love or i hate
I will offer you the right, simple and sincere love
Of a girl from the East
A girl from the East
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10 years 7 months ago - 10 years 7 months ago #838
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There are days like that...
Francis Lalanne - Toi mon vieux copain
You, my old buddy
You, my old buddy
This night, i write you
Because i'm not well
Because i'm alone
And i don't want
To get drunk
I know that if you were here
I could lean on you
As formerly, but there are so many kilometers
Between you and me
I'm tired
Of not knowing what to do
With my words of friendship
It's ugly to be so far
When we so often slept off the same wine
We were childish. Since then, we made way
I remember it as if it was, hey, tomorrow
It was at the high school
The three-quarters of the day
We got the chop
Alone in the corridors, we seemed to be the ghosts of the manor house
We made projects by drinking coffee after coffee
Our recreations finished all in the bar of the station
And you, my old buddy
You always hung on a smile on my sorrows
From 8 in the morning, we made plans to escape from the maths course
The courses of philosophy, we dreamed about ice creams and peppermint cordial
History courses, we spent them to tell us our stories
And our secrets,
Playing Battleship as to pretend to work
When it was fed up with it, we got the chop to go on the pavement
Émile Sicard street, we sunbathed as two lizards
We watched the night falling
And all this time, we dreamed about travels, we spoke about girls
The days of feeling down, we changed the world by smoking the cigar
In the madness days, we had never finished
For anything, to make a maximum of cinema
Now, my old buddy
Now that our ways separated
I Litterature and you Law
Each his faculty and each his life ahead
I'm in Paris, and you remain in the country
And it is too few, if we write us that we are happy or unhappy
But don't believe
That i think about you only the days when things don't go well
I think about you often, and i know that we are still friends as before
Answer when you want, don't worry about me, my old boy
When i write you, i always feel better.
Francis Lalanne - Toi mon vieux copain
You, my old buddy
You, my old buddy
This night, i write you
Because i'm not well
Because i'm alone
And i don't want
To get drunk
I know that if you were here
I could lean on you
As formerly, but there are so many kilometers
Between you and me
I'm tired
Of not knowing what to do
With my words of friendship
It's ugly to be so far
When we so often slept off the same wine
We were childish. Since then, we made way
I remember it as if it was, hey, tomorrow
It was at the high school
The three-quarters of the day
We got the chop
Alone in the corridors, we seemed to be the ghosts of the manor house
We made projects by drinking coffee after coffee
Our recreations finished all in the bar of the station
And you, my old buddy
You always hung on a smile on my sorrows
From 8 in the morning, we made plans to escape from the maths course
The courses of philosophy, we dreamed about ice creams and peppermint cordial
History courses, we spent them to tell us our stories
And our secrets,
Playing Battleship as to pretend to work
When it was fed up with it, we got the chop to go on the pavement
Émile Sicard street, we sunbathed as two lizards
We watched the night falling
And all this time, we dreamed about travels, we spoke about girls
The days of feeling down, we changed the world by smoking the cigar
In the madness days, we had never finished
For anything, to make a maximum of cinema
Now, my old buddy
Now that our ways separated
I Litterature and you Law
Each his faculty and each his life ahead
I'm in Paris, and you remain in the country
And it is too few, if we write us that we are happy or unhappy
But don't believe
That i think about you only the days when things don't go well
I think about you often, and i know that we are still friends as before
Answer when you want, don't worry about me, my old boy
When i write you, i always feel better.
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