We’ve crossed the landscape
Far the Avenue
I’ve let my heart heal
Oh we’ll see it throughNow the grass is green
Let’s go for a walk
And all that’s left between
The silence in our love

God
God Above
The silence in our love

Plea
Perfect Plea
Plea is to be
Perfect Plea

God Above

Plea
Perfect Plea
Plea is to be
Perfect Plea

Perfect name is
God
Plea Perfect PleaThe silence in our love

You’re above all thing GodMy god aboveOh LordYou’re above all things God

I want to tell you something
but I don't know what
I'm feeling happy but
I don't know why


Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell you
maybe tomorrow

coupl 2
I got something
I want to tell you
I won't wait 'til
it's too late

ref 2
Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell
maybe tomorrow

coupl 3
I wanna tell you something
give you something
Show you in so many ways
But I can't wait

Ref 3
Please Oh talk to me
Babe talk to me
I want to tell
maybe tomorrow

pont
I want to tell you
I want to tell you something

maybe tomorrow
maybe tomorrow..

(vocal sample pitched - no meanings)

"The next thing I want to talk to you about is the Truffle recipe
Chocolate, butter, rhum, truffles"

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 ...

La vie n'est pas facile, pour une gamine de seize ansqui n'a plus de famille, et encor' moins d'argent,Elle coup' et coud toute la semaine à l'atelier des mouchoirs,mais le dimanche elle est reine de la danse au bal du soir.

Tourne vire, virevolte, la belle d'un pied léger,tourne vire, virevolte, c'est venu le temps d'aimer.

Elle a jolie frimousse, et le coeur innocent,des rêves qui la poussent vers un prince charmant,et c'est en mai qu'il lui arrive, l'invite pour un pas de deux
D'une valse il l'enivre et les voilà amoureux.

Ils se sont mariés, ont brûlé la belle saisonla guerre est déclarée, il doit par-tir au front!A la gare ils se quittent en agitant leur mou-choir,"Je reviendrai bien vit' et je t'écrirai chaque soir"

Sur le chemin des Dames, le voilà soudain foudroyé,elle n'a pas assez de larmes pour son malheur noyer,mais pour la vie jolie grisette tu ne peux t'enfermer,
dimanche à la guinguette tu retourneras danser.

English translation :
Twirl

Life is not easy for a girl of sixteenWho’s got no family and no moneyShe cuts and sews all week long in the handkerchief factoryBut on Sundays she is the queen of the ball
Spin, turn, twirl, the light-footed beautySpin, turn, twirl, the time has come to love
She has a cute little face, and a pure heartDreaming of her prince charmingAnd in May he arrives, invites her to a pas de deuxWith a waltz he steals her heart, and they are lovers
They got married, lived life to the full,
war is declared, he must leave for the frontat the station they say their goodbyes waving the handkerchiefs“I’ll be back soon, and I’ll write every night
On the Chemin des Dames, he is suddenly struckShe has not enough tears to drown her sadness,But don’t lock yourself away pretty girlNext Sunday you will be back dancing at the guinguette.

Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent «
Bonjour
!
»«
Hello
! Tu viens chéri
?
»«
Tu seras mon homme
»«
Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid
»«
Tu pourras admirer Paris
»Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin

Pour les gens qui portentLe «
chic parisien
»Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse
:Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès

coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit
:
Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n
‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris

English translation :
LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS
People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say
«
Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man
»”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me
Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris

On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me
Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris

Lost in the grid of fast moving and bodies,
And you’ve just discovered a truth,
Wrapped in the denim of Levi with doe eyes,
And you need a name for the who?
Who is that on the ave,

With the caution sign on her back?

Sexy and honest and dangerous,

Fashion expensive and dangerous,

She don’t need you it’s so dangerous,

You don’t know her.

There ain’t no type of girl,

Just like the city girl,

Only a city girl can can love you like that,
Bring ya inside her world,

Hold you tight like a curl,

Turn you into a pearl and spit you right back.

Careful dealing with one of a kind,

If you want her to call ya back yeah,
Have to send a car cause you know that she doesn’t drive,
But you know she drives you mad,

All she needs is you to know your lucky to be with her,

And say that you can handle that.

But you don’t know, you don’t know her cause.

There ain’t no type of girl,

Just like the city girl,

Only a city girl can love you like that,
Bring ya inside her world,

Hold you tight like a curl,

Turn you into a pearl and spit you right back.

It’s hard to get it,
A girl who can get it all,

There ain’t no type of girl,

Just like the city girl,

Only a city girl can do it like that.

Ooh.

How do I know if you’ve moved on,
Years go by but the pain is not gone.

The nights still filled with fear of you,
Rewatching the pain that you put me through.

Oooooooh.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

ahhhhhhhhhhhh ooooooooooh.

Did you see what I lost,
Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

Oooooooh.

Deep in the shadows,
Of your haunting ghost.

Who were you to try to find me,
You know I wasn’t wanting to stay,
You hold me close,
And I fall away.

Mmmmmmm.

When you hold me close,
I lose my way.

And do you still think of me?
Did you know I was afraid?
When you held me close,
And I lost my way.

Ooooooh oooooooh.

It goes around the world,

This feeling on the floor,

If no one told you that it could be yours,

It can be yours, it can be
yours,
It can be yours, the world is yours,
Ahh,

C-can't you see the night is young,
Come take the time to open up cause,
The world is yours, the world is,
(yours)
It can be yours, the world is yours.

There’s nothing wrong with getting what you like,

And if you see it you can have it,
Grab it,
Reach it,
Be it,
With every step,

You spin the world around another time
yeah,

So walk it out so we can feel it,
We need it,
Live in it.

It goes around the world,
(ahh)
This feeling on the floor,
(ahh)
If no one told you that it could be yours,

It can be yours, it can be,
(yours)
It can be yours, the world is yours,
Ahh,

C-can't you see the night is young, (ahh)
Come take the time to open up cause, (ahh)
The world is yours, the world is,
(yours)
The world is yours. (the world is yours)

Tomorrow is waiting for nothing,
Let’s hope you're planning for something,

You know you sleep through the sunrise each day,
So tonight make an exception.

Ohh,

Throw away the sleep and take the hours,

Ohh,
Push it ’til the speakers can't go louder.

It goes around the world,
(ahh)
This feeling on the floor,
(ahh)
If no one told you that it could be yours,

It can be yours, it can be,
(yours)
It can be yours, the world is yours,
Ahh,

C-can't you see the night is young, (ahh)
Come take the time to open up cause, (ahh)
It could be yours, the world is,
(yours)
The world is yours. (the world is yours)

Oh yeah, hands up,
Put your hands,
Wanna be like us?
If you go to the right,
I'mma still go left,
If the bass goes boom,
Imma still go flex,
Oh yeah,
This is the next wave,
This is the next wave,
Let’s go like,
Oh yeah, hands up,
Put your hands,
Wanna be like us?
1,2,3 stop,
This is the next wave,
This is the next wave, yeah,
It’s a good feeling,
This is the next big thing,
Yeah, this is the next big thing,
I bring the heat,
Yeah this beat is fire,
I can't stop moving,
You taking’ me higher,
Yeah, this is the next big thing,
Next big thing,
Next big thing,
Next big thing,
Oh yeah, hands up,
Put your hands,
Wanna do it like us?
If you go to the sun,
Imma go to the moon,
If the drums go bang,
Imma still go boom,
Oh yeah,
This is the next wave,
This is the next wave,
Let’s go like,
Oh yeah, hands up,
Put your hands,
Wanna do it like us?
1,2,3 stop,
This is the next wave,
This is the next wave, yeah,
It’s a good feeling,
This is the next big thing,
Yeah, this is the next big thing,
I bring the heat,
Yeah this beat is fire,
I can't stop moving,
You taking’ me higher,
Yeah, this is the next big thing,
Next big thing,
Next big thing,
Yeah, this is the next big thing,
Next big thing.

It ain’t over
’Til the sky has fallen down on us Could you hover
Over every part of me you trust Like that warm night in July You paused and said
Hey Penny Please
Stay
Hey Penny Stay
Hey Penny Please Stay
It ain’t over
’Til the sky has fallen down on us Could you hover
Over every part of me you trust Like that warm night in July You paused and said
Hey Penny Please
Stay
Hey Penny Stay
Hey Penny Please Stay