歌词 ... Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female ...Song sung in French. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. Female singer, string orchestra, piano & trumpet.
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
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 40's. Cabaret. Sensual & melancholic. String orchestra, piano & trumpet.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Female singer, accordion & piano.
J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis) J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur
English translation : I dreamt you were living I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing. In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's 30's. Dramatic & sentimental. Accordions, piano & double-bass.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 20's & 50's. Waltz. Disturbing & dramatic. ...Song sung in French. 20's & 50's. Waltz. Disturbing & dramatic. Female singer, accordion, piano & double-bass.
Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir :« Un homme a succombé dans le noir » Ah ! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête... Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant ?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront ?
English translation : Apaches On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness” Ah ! Watch them slip silently by Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano ...Song sung in French. 50's. Sentimental & moving. Female singer, piano & string orchestra.
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
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 60's. Tango. Mischievous & funny. Female singer, ...Song sung in French. 60's. Tango. Mischievous & funny. Female singer, piano, string orchestra & rhythm.
Je tourne en rond dans ma boutique,J'en ai ma claque j'en ai ma clique.J'vends des souvenirs au bout d'la place,Toute une camelote qui s'entasse,Mais tout ce commerce est en berne,Depuis que c'est mon mec qui le gouverne.
Oh! mais là faut que ça cesse!J'suis plus de la première jeunesseSi je veux vivre de mes breloques,Il faut que j'le mette à la porte! Mais qui va m'réchauffer l'café?Partager mes coups dans l'nez?Me dire que j'suis la plus belle,Pendant que je fais la vaisselle?
Et dès qu'arrivent les touristes,Le voilà qui se met en piste!Il terrorise les gamins,Et les parents font du tintouin,Et s'il entre une bonne sœur, Monsieur, grossier,Insulte le seigneur!
English translation : RENGAINE
I go round and round in my boutique,I can’t stand it anymoreI sell souvenirs at the end of the square,A load of tat piling upBut because business is badSince my guy took over Oh ! it’s got to stopI’m no longer in the prime of youthIf I must live from my trinketsI’ll have to chuck him outBut who’s gonna make my coffeeShare the one over the oddsTell me I am the prettiestWhile I’m doing the washing-up And as soon as the tourists arrive,Then his show beginsHe terrorizes the kidsAnd the parents make fussAnd if a none comes in, Monsieur, uncouth,Insults the Good Lord
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 20's & 30's. Java. French dance. Funny & heavy. ...Song sung in French. 20's & 30's. Java. French dance. Funny & heavy. Female singer, accordion & small ensemble.
J'pensais qu'tu seraisMa tout' p'tit femmeMa tout'p'tite cailleMais patatra!V'là qu'un p'tit garsUn dur à brasDans ton jardin A déboulé C'est pas mon fort Les matadorsLes gros fortichesLes gros costauds J'croyais qu'tu s'raisMa fleur du soirPour moi, peinardBonjour, bonsoirMais v'la t'y pasQu'un grand gaillardA mis son r'gardDans tes yeux noirs
Ce qui me resteMa gigoletteMa p'tite pouletteC'est ma chopineC’est mon litronEt puis mon schlassEt puis ma poissePour pas un rond
English translation : It’s not my cup of tea I thought you would be my little ladymy little sparrowbut waddya knowHere’s a little guyA tough nutIn your gardenTurns up It’s not my cup of teaMatadorsTough guys I thought you would beMy evening flowerFor me alone, no worriesHello helloWaddya knowA great hunkIs staring intoYour black eyes What’s left my little teaseMy little chickadeeIs my bottle,My shot of hoochMy bladeAnd my bad luckAll that for zilch
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's & 30's. Java French ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's & 30's. Java French dance. Funny & heavy. Clarinet, accordion & piano.
歌词 ... Song sung in French. 1868-1920. First World War. Romantic & moving. ...Song sung in French. 1868-1920. First World War. Romantic & moving. Female singer, piano & accordion.
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
歌词 ... Pop song / cinematic. Uplifting, tragic & powerful. Female singer, ...Pop song / cinematic. Uplifting, tragic & powerful. Female singer, synth, cinematic orchestra with percussion.
Were
you caught
in regressionIn the past lives that you livedThat made you cut your wings downThat made you wrapped in silk
Was it the sun
or the beachesThat made you wanna runA little light inside your veins That made you come undone I swear this is the last timeI let you touch my skinYeah this is the last timeSay you never coming back I'm lying in your bedsheetsAirplanes in the skyI swear this is the last timeCross my heart and hope to die Were you thinking 'bout tomorrow, In the moment that you seek Cause you're driven by your own thirstAnd the longing makes you weak Soon the fragments of your loverIs a picture that you paintAnd you're hooked on all the colorsBut you don't feel anything
歌词 ... Pop song / Motown / soul. Catchy, confident & classy. Female singer, ...Pop song / Motown / soul. Catchy, confident & classy. Female singer, piano, clap, bass & rhythm. Saxophone solo @ 2'56.
You never look up to the sky above It’s surely here oh only your fault Said...That time goes by nowYou always like to say that is all grey Complaining never helped anyway Makin’... Mmmh Big changes... ‘Cause if you lift your head a bit more You will see how beautiful this world can be whenever you get sad and lonely Just open your eyes...Walking down the street!Walking down the street, by walking Don’t loose time on things that would hurt you Looking forward’s better for you Never... Let that time go nowIt’s up to you to chase all the blues Nobody’s gonna do it for you Let it.. Shine through
歌词 ... Jazz song / hollywood classic / romantic comedy. Refined, relax & ...Jazz song / hollywood classic / romantic comedy. Refined, relax & classy. Big band, female singer, piano, vibraphone & rhythm.
Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me and we will walk back to you. Oh this is just happening all too soonmy life looks like a cartoonand then you'll kiss meand i am all stuck with you. And I oh Ijust wanna fly highwhatever you say i'll blindly go your wayto the sky And when we kissit seems as if we're glued togetherforever and ever'till the end of time. Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me and we will walk back to you. Tu tu ru tu to you.
I can’t believe I just told youWhat i’ve been holding on toFor so longTook some time ‘cause i was feeling blueI didn’t wanna say itSay it wrongMy heart was beating so fastWhat have you done to me?Well now i know it’s gonna lastThe love you have for meMy heart was beating so fastWhat have you done to me?Well now i know it’s gonna lastThe love you have for meYou got me sayingYou got me sayingI love youI love youYou got me doingYou got me doingThose things for youThose things for youI know that love is all that mattersIt might be hard sometimesTo open up and read you lettersOf how i feel insideMy heart was spinning aroundWhat have you done to meOh now i know it’s gonna lastThe love you have for meMy heart was spinning aroundWhat have you done to meOh now i know it’s gonna lastThe love you have for meYou got me sayingYou got me sayingI love youI love youYou got me doingYou got me doingThose things for youThose things for you
Is there any rules to the game ou play?Then I might as well just go and sayI didn’t make them no, I followYou’re the archer, i’m the arrowNo no no noNo no noNo no no noNo no noIs she gonna call ?Not until tomorrowDo you dream a lot?Just about youAm i gonna steal?Not if you just borrowYou know you want toIf only one can dance to the rhythmThe music itself ain’t the reasonFrom what we know, to what we doFrom what feels right, to what feels newNo no no noNo no noNo no no noNo no noIs it gonna last?As long as you want toDo you think of meWhen you’re feeling blue?Can you keep it in?Do you like?Is it good?You’re never gonnaNoYou’re never gonnaNoYou’re never gonnaNoYou’re never gonnaNo
歌词 ... Pop song in Motown style. Sensual & dreamy. Organ, electric guitar, ...Pop song in Motown style. Sensual & dreamy. Organ, electric guitar, female singer & drums.
When you’re in my bedAnd I think of anything else insteadWould you mind if I doA shift in my headTo find the memory to slip from thereAnd let me melt intoGreenhouse, GreenhouseHow could we be so dreamyGreenhouse, GreenhouseWe were there too lazy
Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,Sky up above,Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.
歌词 ... Pop song. Fresh & positive. Electric guitar, female singer & rhythm.
In the summertimeWhen I was feelin' downI lost the sunTill you came aroundAnd I won't take no For an answerBecause You're the oneI've been waiting for You can find me in the summertimeAnd stay foreverMeet me in the sunshineIt's now or never We've been to the other sideAnd now we knowWe don't have to hideWe can finally show the worldThat we got what it takes You can find me in the summertimeAnd stay foreverMeet me in the sunshineIt's now or neverYou can find me in the summertimeAnd stay foreverMeet me in the sunshineIt's now or never
歌词 ... Romantic, sentimental & tender pop ballad sung in Brazilian. She ...Romantic, sentimental & tender pop ballad sung in Brazilian. She wants to be a flower & blossom in love... Female singer, acoustic guitar, keys, shaker, cavaquinho, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
BR:
As ondas
Que me levam até você
Me inspiram
Me abraça junto ao mar
E o vento vem chegando pra dizer
Deixa a música tocar
E o meu corpo balançar
Respira
Esse ar que vem de lá
Me fascina
Essa emoção no ar
Arrepia
Não tem como explicar
Essa benção de Oya
Junto com Yemanjá
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
As ondas
Que me levam até você
Me inspiram
Me abraça junto ao mar
E o vento vem chegando pra dizer
Deixa a música tocar
E o meu corpo balançar
Respira
Esse ar que vem de lá
Me fascina
Essa emoção no ar
Arrepia
Não tem como explicar
Essa benção de Oya
Junto com Yemanjá
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
Eu vou dormir aqui ouvindo o mar
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
E o mar serenou
EN:
The waves
That carry me to you
Inspire me
Hug me by the sea
And the wind is coming to say
Let the music play
And my body swing
Breathe
This air that comes from there
Fascinates me
This emotion in the air
Shakes me
There's no way to explain
This blessing of Oya
Along with Yemanjá
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
The waves
That carry me to you
Inspire me
Hug me by the sea
And the wind is coming to say
Let the music play
And my body sway
Breathe
This air that comes from there
Fascinates me
This emotion in the air
Shakes me
There's no way to explain
This blessing of Oya
Along with Yemanjá
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
I will sleep here listening to the sea
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
And the sea has calmed down
歌词 ... Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow ...Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow drumbeat, communicating a sense of relaxation and laziness. Female vocals talk lyrics in a britpop, punk-ish style before launching into a more driving rhythm. Calm chords give a feeling of bliss. Cooing lyrical melodies merge with instrumentation to create a trippy energy. A sun blazing down on a festival or a cool city street. Guitar solo 01:48 gives a fiery, psychedelic emotion.
Stop! And listen! And think about,Whatever you wanna think about,Stop! And listen! And think about,Whatever you wanna think about,Floating over the rainbow,All across the sea,Opened up my arms, she came to me,Tell me something I don't know,Do you care to be?Open up your eyes girl then you'll see,Laid me down a pillow,Wrapped me up in sheets,Held my hand and sung me soft to sleep,Stop! And listen! And talk about,Whatever you wanna talk about,Stop! And listen! Hey! I'm talking’ to you, hey!I'm talking’ to you hey yeah,I won't do, anything, anything you tell me to do,I won't say, anything, anything you tell me to say,You oughta know, that by now,You oughta know that by now now now.
Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow ...Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow drumbeat, communicating a sense of relaxation and laziness. Calm chords give a feeling of bliss. A sun blazing down on a festival or a cool city street. Guitar solo 01:48 gives a fiery, psychedelic emotion. Instrumental version.
Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow ...Cool, rebellious, empowering. Chorus guitar plods along with a slow drumbeat, communicating a sense of relaxation and laziness. Calm chords give a feeling of bliss. A sun blazing down on a festival or a cool city street. Stripped back underscore version.