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Your Prison

You want to go my love
If you want that what can I do
You can't understand
That even if you are poor you know how to love
 
I want to cry
And it destroys me that you think so
And that I am now without you
It hurts me because you are going to suffer
 
But remember
Nobody is perfect and you are going to see that
Maybe you will have thousand better things
But true love never
 
Go forgetting
From what you leave today and what you will change
For an adventure that you will see
It will be your prison and you will never leave
 
You want to go my love
If you want that what can I do
You can't understand
That even if you are poor you know how to love
 
I want to cry
And it destroys me that you think so
And that I am now without you
It hurts me because you are going to suffer
 
But remember
Nobody is perfect and you are going to see that
Maybe you will have thousand better things
But true love never
 
Go forgetting
From what you leave today and what you will change
For an adventure that you will see
It will be your prison and you will never leave
 
But remember
Nobody is perfect and you are going to see that
Maybe you will have thousand better things
But true love never
 
You want to go my love
 
I want to cry
 
You want to go my love
 
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To meet with the wind

I accelerate the step, and my heart beats in time.
Among the night lights I want to give you a sign.
Draw a dream with words and paint everything in a bright, bright color.
Play me a couplet on a summer guitar.
 
We fly to meet the wind, and somewhere
Dancing before dawn, the planet.
The melodies are plotted
Me and you, me and you, me and you.
 
For a few minutes you'll make a louder sound
And let all the cities hear and sing
Draw a dream with words, and paint everything in a bright, bright color.
Play me a couplet on a summer guitar.
 
We fly to meet the wind, and somewhere
Dancing before dawn, the planet.
The melodies are plotted
Me and you, me and you, me and you.
 
We dance before dawn
The whole planet is dancing
We dance before dawn
The whole planet is dancing
 
We fly to meet the wind, and somewhere
The planet dances before dawn.
The melodies are plotted
Me and you, me and you, me and you.
 
I accelerate the step, and my heart beats in time.
 

I'll feel better

If one day
I ever find the courage
To shout it all to the whole world,
I'll feel better
 
New friends, new home and new habits,
I wanted a little love
And a little bit of support,
So I moved to another city,
I would have never done that,
Because I loved you
And still love you
 
I say this, because I'm worried about myself,
I'm going to say it anyway,
I won't be feeling good,
But even better than now,
You stay still, I walk,
I'm not enough for you, I survive,
This crying goes like please,
Please, please, please, please, please,
Please, please, please, please me,
Please, please, please, please, please
 
If I waited silently,
I'd lose respect and I still
Had a lot of it,
But a cold day froze everything,
It wasn't because of Christmas,
Nor of the anniversary, no,
Not even because of a present,
It was because of the calmness that made you cold
 
I say this, because I'm worried about myself,
I'm going to say it anyway,
I won't be feeling good,
But even better than now,
You stay still, I walk,
I'm not enough for you, I survive,
This crying goes like please,
Please, please, please, please, please,
Please, please, please, please me,
Please, please, please, please, please
 
You know what?
Money, anger and time are not enough,
We only need our will,
Rules, principles and duties are not enough, it's only our will,
So I'll feel better, but
 
I say this, because I'm worried about myself,
I'm going to say it anyway,
I won't be feeling good,
But even better than now,
You stay still, I walk,
I'm not enough for you, I survive,
This crying goes like please,
Please, please, please, please, please,
Please, please, please, please me,
Please, please, please, please, please
 
I say this, because I'm worried about myself,
I'm going to say it anyway,
I won't be feeling good,
But even better than now,
You stay still, I walk,
I'm not enough for you, I survive,
This crying goes like please,
Please, please, please, please, please,
Please, please, please, please me,
Please, please, please, please, please
 
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To a dead singer. A tribute to Edith Piaf

You had a bird's name1 and you sang like a flock of them,
like a huge cloud of birds that would have torn their throat bloody
screaming all sorts of things, even plain rubbish,
with such a gusto! You were a genius idiot.
You were a genius idiot.
 
You had a bird's name and the voice of Attila.
You where heard here and listened to from distant lands.
You were all together the 'little black beds ball'2,
a street Wagner, a sidewalk Bayreuth,
a sidewalk Bayreuth.
 
And there was a kind of blessing in your hands,
and you used it quite well to bless all these idiots,
these nice, emotional idiots that are called people
and, as they become an audience, they become smart as well.
Become smart as well.
 
It's not always the case, of course, even in Paris.
Shitty authors have to earn a living too.
You did manage to avoid these.
You could have sung tabloid headlines3 like a piece of Apollinaire.
like a piece of Apollinaire.
 
They couldn't replace you, though they tried hard.
Money can't come to terms with your shadow
under the miracle headlights and the arc lamps,
whatever Mr. might think, say or do.
Whatever Mr. Stark might do.
 
STOP!
STOP THE MUSIC!4
 
  • 1. 'piaf' is slang for 'sparrow'
  • 2. no idea what that refers to. Ferré could use pretty obscure references at times. Maybe some popular ball of the era fallen into oblivion?
  • 3. 'France Soir' is an old and rather cheap newspaper
  • 4. from of hers
This translation does not claim to be of any particular value.
Glad if you liked it, sorry if you didn't.
You can reuse it as you please.
Glad if it's for knowledge or understanding, sorry if it's just for money or fame.

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You will make a real star
Non-acid song and clip uneasy
Do you want to get on a blue TV?
My ideas are yours! W-e!
 
The girl comes in at night to the bar, and there cops-Lilliputians
A drunken centaur sings on a stage in golden sneakers shod
The girl looks, and instead of bottles - syringes and white powder
The spectator understands: she is a drug addict, she has a galicocidal shock!
 
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In the middle of the forest there is a coffin, and in it there is a naked beauty
Left - a white angel, on the right - a black angel
They drink vodka
The moth flies and carries scales, suddenly a lightning bolt from the sky: BA-BAKH!!!
The man wakes up, the bass sounds, and she has a black heart in her hands!
 
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Giraffe on the roof of TSUM, shooting is from a helicopter
He jumps with a parachute and pours out during the flight
She flies to the Regional Executive Committee, enters the red cabinet
He sits down in an armchair, and on the wall Grigorievich hangs a portrait!
 
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And now - with Jyudi!!!
 
Bouagagaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
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