Letras ... French song. Pop ballad / neo retro / romantic movie. Dreamy, shy & ...French song. Pop ballad / neo retro / romantic movie. Dreamy, shy & lazy. Female singer, twangy & folk guitars, bass & rhythm.
Ramasser les coquillages, les plus jolis et au passageCaresser votre visage, sous la pluie sans maquillage On voudrait laisser le vent soulever les sentiments Pour de vrai je vous aime tant, j’envoie valser les amants.
Vous êtes beau comme un poème, aussi drôle que Woody Allen Un cadeau tombé du ciel, à rendre folle les lycéennes On voudrait laisser le vent soulever les sentiments Pour de vrai je vous aime tant, j’envoie valser les amants.
Si je vois souffler le vent, j’ai froid quand je vous attends S’il vous plaît laissez le temps s’arrêter un instant.
Vous me parlez en italien, je comprends pas bien les paroles Vous aimez l’histoire sans fin, je vous vois vous mon idole J’aimerais laisser le vent soulever les sentiments Pour de vrai je vous aime tant, j’envoie valser les amants.
Si je vois souffler le vent, j’ai froid quand je vous attends S’il vous plaît laissez le temps s’arrêter un instant Et je vois souffler le vent, j’ai froid quand je vous attends S’il vous plaît laissez le temps s’arrêter un instant
English translation :
A WALK IN THE CLOUDS Picking up shells, the prettiest and at the same time
Stroking your face, in the rain with no make-up
We would like to let the wind lift up our feelings
For truly, I love you so much, I send lovers a-waltzing.
You're as handsome as a poem, as funny as Woody Allen
A gift fallen from the sky, driving the high school girls crazy
We would like to let the wind lift up our feelings
For truly, I love you so much, I send lovers a-waltzing.
If I see the wind blowing, I’m cold waiting for you If you please, make time stop for a moment.
You speak to me in Italian, I don’t understand the words You like an unending story, I see you, you, my idol We would like to let the wind lift up our feelings
For truly, I love you so much, I send lovers a-waltzing.
Letras ... Song sung in French. Pop rock / rockabilly. Lively, eccentric & ...Song sung in French. Pop rock / rockabilly. Lively, eccentric & bouncy. Break @ 2'28. Male back up vocalist. Male singer, twangy guitar, synth & rhythm.
Peuplier pomponné, toiletté comme un caniche collier, bras bracelet de boules de gui, de boules de gui fait la pom pom girl loin des vergers de notre midi.
Peuplier pomponné, toiletté comme un caniche collier bracelet de boules de gui. Qu’est-ce qu’on aura crié, hurlé dans le virage on aura même fait peur à l’orage un short un anorak, mais quel été ! Quelle était, quelle était la saison ?
REFRAIN
C’est encore une année bonne qu’on s’est souhaité à couler du collyre du colibri dans l’oeil de la corneille et de sa nichée x2
En bleu sous le ciel orage on a crié dans ce virage dans le sable ou la neige on a fait les anges on s’est mis en nage mais quelle était, quelle était la saison ? tu fais la guerre aux pommes pommes loin des vergers de notre automne moi l’hiver écharpe et bonnet, toi l’été caniche et cache-nez.
REFRAIN
Peuplier pomponné toiletté comme un caniche collier bras bracelet de boules de gui, de boules de gui.
REFRAIN X 2
English translation :
YOU, THE SUMMER
Poplar tree, powdered and groomed like a poodle
necklace, arm, bracelet of mistletoe berries, mistletoe berries
Like a cheerleader far from the orchards of our noon.
Poplar tree, powdered and groomed like a poodle
necklace, arm, bracelet of mistletoe berries, mistletoe berries
what will we have shouted, howled in the bend
we will even have scared the storm
Shorts, an anorak, but what a summer!
It's still a good year we wished for flowing colibri eye drops in the eye of the crow and its nest x2
In blue, under the stormy sky we shouted in this bend
In the sand or the snow we made angels we were sweating
but what was the season?
you make war with the apples, far from the orchards of our autumn
Me, winter, scarf and hat,
You, summer, poodle and muffler.
Poplar tree, powdered and groomed like a poodle
necklace, arm, bracelet of mistletoe berries, mistletoe berries
Il est venu le temps de l'amour automne,le temps de l'insouciance et des rires perdus, il a soufflé le vent des soirs monotones et lents l'amour automne, est venu doucement. Il est si froid le temps de l'amour hiver, quand plus rien ne se crée et que tout se perd la neige a recouvert princesses et chevaliers blancs l'amour hiver a glacé les amants Comme il est loin le temps de l'amour printemps, son parfum éphémère, ses manèges d'antan il dure qu'un instant, et puis, il est derrière l'amour printemps, c'est celui des enfants. English translation :AUTUMN LOVE
Came the time of autumn love, The time of nonchalance and lost laughter, The wind blew in the slow monotonous evenings Autumn love came slowly. The time of winter love is so cold, When nothing grows and all is lost The snow covered princesses and white knights Winter love froze lovers
How far away is the time of spring love, Its ephemeral fragrance, the fairground rides of yesteryear It lasts only a moment, and then, it is passed Spring love is the Love of children.
Letras ... Disco / pop song. Driving, catchy & fiery. Acoustic guitar, bass, ...Disco / pop song. Driving, catchy & fiery. Acoustic guitar, bass, female singer, synth & rhythm.
Mi Corrazontienes mi amormi corrazón como una loca bailar a ritmode la noche
me puedes amar si quiero pero a don pero a don pero a don esta pero tu no sientes nadapero a don pero a don pero a don esta disfrutar como un ano Mi Corrazontienes mi amormi corrazón como una loca pero a don pero a don pero a don esta pero tu no sientes nadapero a don pero a don pero a don esta disfrutar como un ano bailar a ritmode la noche
me puedes amar si quiero Mi Corrazontienes mi amor Mi Corrazontienes mi amor
ENGLISH: My heartyou have my lovemy heartlike a maniac dance to the beatof the nightcan you love me if i want but to gift but to gift but to gift isbut you don't feel anythingbut to gift but to gift but to gift isenjoy like an year My heartyou have my lovemy heartlike a maniac but to gift but to gift but to gift isbut you don't feel anythingbut to gift but to gift but to gift isenjoy like an year dance to the beatof the nightcan you love me if i want My heartyou have my love My heartyou have my love
Letras ... Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, ...Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, spoken male voices, percussions & rhythm.
Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, ...Tropical house / disco / latin house / lounge music. Synth, bass, percussions & rhythm.
Si tu crois que je t'aime un jour Ne crois pas que c'est pour toujours Tout les mots sont toujours de tropOui je sais c'est
moi le plus beau ,carJe suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S
Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau
Allergique aux sentimentsRange les donc avec tes calmantsTu sent pas comme une drôle d'odeur?J’aime pas l'amour,J’aime pas l'amour, car Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro
Si tu crois que je t'aime un jour Ne crois pas que c'est pour toujours Tout les mots sont toujours de tropOui je sais c'est
moi le plus beau ,carJe suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S
Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau
Allergique aux sentimentsRange les donc avec tes calmantsTu sent pas comme une drôle d'odeur?J’aime pas l'amour,J’aime pas l'amour, car Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro
Letras ... Country / folk song with a touch of bluegrass. Confident & lively. ...Country / folk song with a touch of bluegrass. Confident & lively. Female singer, guitar, mandolin, fiddle & electric bass. Banjo @ 1'35.
Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest Oh while I’m still breathing I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty, But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure Oh while I’m still breathing I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay You gotta ask I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving Oh while I’m still breathing I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2
Letras ... Confident & moving folk song. Female singer, acoustic guitar, ...Confident & moving folk song. Female singer, acoustic guitar, electric bass & fiddle @ 1'08.
I left home when I was 17Just to see if the grass was really green4 years deep of things left behindbut you know I’ve got it all still on my mind Bet you’ve already heard a song like thisOne that ends in that perfect farewell kissBut I won’t play that same old gameNot that flawless role we all seem to wanna play In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness And please take some of the blame I love you now that you want me toAnd that’s not something I usually doDigging up the roots of this old oak treeIs just a little harder than I thought it’d be In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness And please take some of the blame I gave you the key to let yourself inTo that secret place nobody’s ever beenYou peaked your head inside and looked aroundI can only hope you won’t let me down I don’t know if you seeJust how much you mean to meSo let me know what you findIn this sheltered heart of mine In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness And please take some of the blame
Underscore. Tender & inspiring country / folk. Folk guitar, pedal ...Underscore. Tender & inspiring country / folk. Folk guitar, pedal steel guitar & electric bass.
Letras ... Folk song in a old-time spirit. Female singer, guitar, bass, mandolin ...Folk song in a old-time spirit. Female singer, guitar, bass, mandolin & harmonium.
You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s I know it may seem redundant But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt
And now it’s Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Underscore. Folk music in a old-time spirit. Guitar, bass, mandolin & ...Underscore. Folk music in a old-time spirit. Guitar, bass, mandolin & harmonium.
Letras ... Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & ...Tender & intimate folk ballad. Female singer, pedal steel guitar & harmonica. Electric bass solo @ 2'26.
I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long I’ve been down and under don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Letras ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Letras ... Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & ...Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
Letras ... Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, ...Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, fllute & rhythm.
Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie Et les hommes aussi Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes Pour une ballade A bicyclette
English translation : Les Jambes des Femmes Ladies’s legs Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea
Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always
