is wrong I give my heart vacation A little rest And if you think I was wrong
Breathe Wait a bit the breath of gold Who drives me forward Et .. Garou & Celine : Do as if I had sailed I pulled the main sail And I glided downwind Pretend I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment Leeward Celine And if you think it's over Never
is just a pause, a break After the dangers
And if you think I forget you Listen Opens
your body to the winds of the night Close your eyes
Et .. Garou & Celine : Do as if I had sailed I pulled the mainsail And I slipped downwind Do as if I left the earth I found my star
I followed a moment Leeward Garou: And if you think it's over Never It's just a pause, a break After the dangers
Celine & Garou: Do as if I had sailed, I pulled the mainsail, And I slipped under the wind Do as if I left the earth, I found my star, I followed a moment Leeward. Do as if I had sailed, I pulled the mainsail, and I slipped downwind Do as if I left the earth, I found my star, I followed an instant in the wind. Leeward ... downwind ...
Zazie , whose real name Isabelle Marie Anne de Varennes Truchis, is a singer-songwriter born French 18 April 1964 in Boulogne-Billancourt. Since his first album I, You, They in 1992, Zazie has released six studio albums (including the last five have been certified platinum), three live albums and a greatest hits.
Georges Brassens (1921 - 1981) is a poet, author, composer and French. He set to music and sang, accompanying herself on guitar, over a hundred of his poems and those of other poets such as Paul Fort. He recorded from 1952 to 1976, 14 albums. He received the Grand Award for Poetry of the French Academy in 1967. He is the author of songs: The Big Chill , Song for Auvergne, Lovers public benches , Bad reputation , I made tiny , L'Orage, In the clear water fountain , Trumpets of Fame , Plea for burial the beach of Sète , Non-marriage proposal , die for ideas and a poem by Antoine Pol, The Passing .
Send No, this was not the raft of the Medusa this boat Spread the word to the bottom of the bottom ports Dise ports He sailed in nice and slowly On the main pond ducks s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
its fluctuat nec mergitur was no literature all due respect to sorcerers For sorcerers Her captain and his mat'lots Were not the children of bastards But friends Franco Port Of Big Chill
They were not friends of Small Luxury Castor and Pollux People of Sodom and Gomorrah Sodom and Gomorrah
They were not friends chosen For Montaigne and La Boetie On the belly they banged hard The Big Chill
They were not angels either The Gospel, they had not read But they loved full sail full sail
Jean Peter, Paul and company was their only mantra Their creed, their confiteor For Big Chill
At least Trafalgar is the friendship that took the quart It was she who showed them the north showed Their northern And when they were in distress Qu'leurs throwing arm SOS They looked like semaphores The Big Chill
the appointment of Were good friends not often rabbits When one of them is missing on board
Yes he was dead, but never, ever His hole in the water shut n'se hundred years later, fate rascal was still missing
Boats I took a lot But the only one who stuck it out Who ever tacked tacked But sailing in nice and slowly On the main pond ducks s'app'lait And the Big Chill The Big Chill
Send People who see through Think green benches that you see on
sidewalks are made for the helpless or potbellied But it is an absurdity
Because the truth is there are notorious For some time the host loves beginners
lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches In s'fouttant lot of sidelong Passers honest lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little 's mouth, although sympathetic
They stand by the hand of the day
Talk Paper azure blue What will decorate the walls of their bedroom They are already quietly Ell 'sewed him fuming In a well- And be sure to choose names their first baby
lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches In s'fouttant lot of sidelong Passers The honest lovers on park benches s'bécott'nt benches, park benches s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little 's mouth 'good sympatic
When the holy' family ' foo cross his path Two of these boorish Ell 'uncheck them boldly about venomous Nevertheless, any' family The per 'sea', the daughter 's son, the Holy Spirit Would that from time to time to s'conduir 'like them
lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches In s'fouttant lot of sidelong Passers honest lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little 's mouth, although sympathetic
When months have When they will be appeased past
Their sweet dreams flaming sky cover when their big heavy clouds moved They will find What is Street randomly On one of those famous benches they lived the best piece of their love
lovers who s'bécott'nt on park benches park benches, park benches In s'fouttant lot of sidelong Passers honest lovers who s'bécott'nt on benches Park benches, park benches s'disant In the "I love you" Have some pathetic little 's mouth, although sympathetic
Charles Trenet (1913 - 2001) is a poet, songwriter and performer French. Nicknamed "The Singing Fool", he wrote many songs remained popular in the French repertoire, including: Sea , Catch the Joy , The soul of poets, I sings, Douce France, The Romance of Paris , I like the music hall , The sun and moon , Blue Flower, Garden extraordinary , What remains of our love it? , Faithful.
Send Sea one sees dancing along the clear gulfs Has silver reflections The sea
changing reflections Under the rain The sea
In summer sky confuses His white sheep With angels so pure The sea Shepherdess azure Infinite
See Almost ponds Those tall wet reeds
See Those white birds And those rusty houses
The Sea rocked Along the clear gulfs And a love song
