On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose, Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses. On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Notre grand amour est mort lui naguere si vivant S'il n'est pas encore mort il est agonisant Quelqu'un l'a vu errer et tituber comme un mendiant Quelqu
(by Francesco Guccini) Un vecchio e un bambino si preser per mano e andarono insieme incontro alla sera; la polvere rossa si alzava lontano e il sole
(by Bob Dylan) See The Pyramids Along the Nile Watch the sun rise On a tropic isle Just remember darling All the while You belong to me... See the
Once I lived the life Of a millionaire Spent all my money I just did not care Took all my friends out For a good time Bought bootleg whiskey Champagne
Y'en a qui croquent Y'en a qui craquent Y'en a qui derapent Y'en a qui s'tatent Certains accourent D'autres se trainent Certaines se gourent Moi j'suis
Je te propose Le temps des cerises Et des roses Le temps des caresses soyeuses Laissons du temps A la douceur des choses Et si ca te tente Prenons le
Salut marin, bon vent a toi Tu as fait ta malle Tu as mis les voiles Je sais que tu ne reviendras pas On dit que le vent des etoiles Est plus sale qu
Je suis une enfant Malgre mes quarante ans Malgre mes trente amants Une enfant Et je suis une fillette Une pitchou, une belette Les plumes des allouettes
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as
Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as
There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. Nought
I went to heaven, - 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew.
If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd
Lady, weepinng at the crossroads, Would you meet your love In twilight with his greyhounds, And the hawk upon his glove? Bribe the bird then on the
This, no song of ingenue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever the natural bents. This, a solo of sapience,
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And paused
Quand tu es pres de moi, Cette chambre n'a plus de parois, Mais des arbres oui, des arbres infinis, Et quand tu es tellement pres de moi, C'est comme