Soundscape / dark ambient. Dark & mysterious. Sound design with Soundscape / dark ambient. Dark & mysterious. Sound design with resonant death bell tolling. Suggested for urban landscape.
French song. Ballade pop / pop song. Dreamy, hovering & funny. French song. Ballade pop / pop song. Dreamy, hovering & funny. Sentimental @ 2'00. Female singer, electric guitar 12 stings, folk guitar & rhythm.歌词
Michel, bavard et maladroit Pas si fidèle que ça Il aime faire la java
Michel, il a de drôles d’envies Il conduit sans permis Il aime faire des paris
Michel il ne fait pas semblant Ses défauts émouvants Et si Michel me ment
C’est beau Quand il me dit des choses Me compare à une rose J’aime quand Michel il ose
Michel, dans ses yeux l’Italie Les matinées au lit Les couleurs de la vie
Michel il ne fait pas semblant Ses défauts émouvants Et quand Michel me ment C’est beau Quand il me dit des choses Me compare à une rose La vie est moins morose
Michel nous deux c’est du sérieux et si Un jour on est vieux Michel les couleurs seront là Mon cœur, mon cœur s’emballera
Comme à chaque fois Comme à chaque fois
English translation :
MICHEL (ex western)
Michel, talkative and clumsy Not all that faithful He likes to party
Michel, he has funny desires He drives without a license He likes to make bets
Michel, he doesn’t pretend His touching faults And if Michel is lying to me
It's beautiful When he tells me things Compares me to a rose I like it when Michel dares
Michel, Italy in his eyes
Mornings in bed The colors of life
Michel, he doesn’t pretend His touching faults And if Michel is lying to me It's beautiful When he tells me things Compares me to a rose Life is less morose
Michel, both of us it’s serious stuff and if One day, we are old Michel, the colors will be there My heart, my heart will be full
French song. Trip hop / downtempo / romantic. Suspended, nocturnal & French song. Trip hop / downtempo / romantic. Suspended, nocturnal & melancholic. Electric guitar solo @ 1'27 & 3'27. Male singer, string section, bass, electric guitar & rhythm.歌词
Le tempsNous habille de faux semblantsFaux-fuyantsOù l’on se plait souventLe temps Le tempsOù l’on n’a pas su dire à tempsOn se mentEt l’on oublie de dire souvent Je t’aime à ceux qu’on aime Le tempsOù l’on est fier et arrogantInsolentNe dure jamais très longtempsLe temps Le tempshabille de noir nos coeurs d’enfantsOn comprendqu’il est peut-être temps De dire je t’aime à ceux qu’on aime
English translation : TIME Time,Dresses us up in false pretensesSubterfugeAnd we often enjoy itTime Time,Where we weren’t able to say in timeWe're lying to each other And we often forget to say I love you to those we love
TimeWhere we are proud and arrogant InsolentIt never lasts very long Time TimeDresses in black our children's hearts We understand maybe it's time To say I love you to those we love
Atmospheric, expansive, cinematic. Beautiful, mysterious and lyrical Atmospheric, expansive, cinematic. Beautiful, mysterious and lyrical violin rises above suspenseful growling bass string textures. Mysterious, emotive and organic, evocative of wide open spaces, panoramas and soaring over landscapes and nature. Gentle Kantele guitar-like melodies join at 01:38 for a reflective, poignant and determined B section with innocent harp. Organic contemporary classical folk cue with a curious, searching, almost magical feel.
Atmospheric, expansive, cinematic. Beautiful, mysterious and lyrical Atmospheric, expansive, cinematic. Beautiful, mysterious and lyrical violin rises above suspenseful growling bass string textures. Mysterious, emotive and organic, evocative of wide open spaces, panoramas and soaring over landscapes and nature. Organic contemporary classical folk cue with a curious, searching, almost magical feel.
Panoramic, organic, cinematic. Santur, dulcimer and cimbalom weave Panoramic, organic, cinematic. Santur, dulcimer and cimbalom weave steadily with brooding string quartet and propulsive, dramatic beats. Determined and atmospheric B section follows a minimal and emotive bridge from 01:03, building with powerful beats and Balalaika to a rousing, expansive finale. Traditional baltic folk cue with a heartfelt feel of poignant resolve.
Panoramic, organic, cinematic. Santur, dulcimer and cimbalom weave Panoramic, organic, cinematic. Santur, dulcimer and cimbalom weave steadily with brooding string quartet and propulsive, dramatic beats. Balalaika layers to a rousing, expansive finale. Traditional baltic folk cue with a heartfelt feel of poignant resolve.
Poignant, emotive, cinematic. Light ukulele melodies weave with Poignant, emotive, cinematic. Light ukulele melodies weave with reflective piano. Minimal and organic contemporary classical cue with magical kantele textures. Bittersweet, panoramic and atmospheric cue heavy with poignant emotion, with a nostalgic sense of resolve and a hopeful finale.
Poignant, emotive, cinematic. Light ukulele melodies weave with Poignant, emotive, cinematic. Light ukulele melodies weave with reflective piano. Minimal and organic contemporary classical cue with magical kantele textures. Bittersweet, panoramic and atmospheric cue heavy with poignant emotion, with a nostalgic sense of resolve and a hopeful finale.
Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving gradually to an impressive & Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving gradually to an impressive & bold theme with massive cinematic drums @ 1'45.
Alternate without percussion. Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving Alternate without percussion. Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving gradually to an impressive bold theme with choir & climax.
Alternate without choir. Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving Alternate without choir. Brooding & spacey first part. Evolving gradually to an impressive & bold theme with massive cinematic drums @ 1'45.
Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Song sung in French from Aristide Bruant. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Singer & accordion.歌词
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
Sur la butte Montmartre,
Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait pas connu son père, Elle avait plus de mère, Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule, Rue Saint-Vincent. À travaillait déjà pour vivre Et les soirs de givre, Dans le froid noir et glaçant, Son petit fichu sur les épaules, À rentrait par la rue des Saules, Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées, La nappe étoilée, Et la lune en croissant Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique Sur la petite croix de la basilique, Rue Saint-Vincent. L'été, par les chauds crépuscules, A rencontré Jules, Qu'était si caressant, Qu'à restait la soirée entière, Avec lui près du vieux cimetière, Rue Saint-Vincent. Et je petit Jules était de la tierce Qui soutient la gerce, Aussi l'adolescent, Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre, D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre, Rue Saint-Vincent. Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche, Elle était toute blanche, Même qu'en l'ensevelissant, Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse Était crevé le soir de sa noce, Rue Saint-Vincent. Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
Sur la butte Montmartre, Un petit air innocent. On l'appelait rose, elle était belle, À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle, Rue Saint-Vincent.
English translation : RUE SAINT VINCENT She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent. In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent. By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent. And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent. When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day
Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.
Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Instrumental version, no voice. France. End of the 19th century. Dramatic & moving. Solo accordion.
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.歌词
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
