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Virgule sur la langue
Le temps incertain
Flotte comme un ange
Fixe le silence
Fige la rue
Et passe son chemin.


Filent les nuages
Tombe la pluie
Les heures s’égrainent

Le long du chemin
La parole revient
S’écrit sur la page


Coulent les mots
Un flot sur la langue
Les minutes s’envolent

Le temps s’éclaircit
La rue se disperse
L’aurore accomplie

Comma on the tong
Uncertain time
Floats like an angel
Fixes the silence
Freezes the street
And goes on its way

Clouds fly by
Rain falls
Hours are counted
Along the way
Words return
Written on the page

A wave of words

Flow from the tongue
The minutes fly by
The weather brightens
The street disperses
The dawn accomplished

Je me souviens
De cette chambre en ce matin
Du lit défait
Et du silence assourdissant
Votre présence
Comme une absence, les yeux fuyants
Où étiez-vous ?
Où étiez-vous ?


Vous aviez
Un air perdu et si lointain
Vos yeux bleus
A peine voilés qui souriaient
Votre visage
Fermé au monde, en ce matin
Où étiez-vous ?
Où étiez-vous ?


Votre départ
Inéluctable et sans retour
Me déchirait
J’étais perdu, inconsolable
Me questionnait
Qu’avais-je fait de votre amour
Où étiez-vous ?
Où étiez-vous ?Where were you

I remember
That bedroom one morning
The bed unmaid
And the deafening silence
Your presence
Like an absence, furtive eyes
Where were you

You had
A look so lost so distant
Your blue eyesAs if veiled but smiling
Your face closed to the world
This morning

Where were you

Your leaving
Ineluctable, no return
Tore me apart
I was lost unconsolable
Left me with the question
What had I done with our love
Where were you
Where were you

Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot
Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne


Poussière, poussière


Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille
Chauffe le feu de son mégot
Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien


Poussière, poussière


Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil
La peur se glisse sous la peau
Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière


Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle
He drags his dog and his stub
He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust
Heat the wine of his bottle
Heat the fire of his stub
Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust
Sleep escapes as the night comes
Fear slips under the skin
Scratches the wounds
where sleeps the pain
Dust, dust

million miles from far away
i dind't realase
i'm lost, lost in space
million miles away
never one to be alone
nassault sattelite

Napoletano:Oje né', fa' priesto viene!
Nun mme fá spantecá
Ca pure 'a rezza vène
Ch'a mare stó' a mená

Méh, stienne sti bbraccelle,/
Ajutame a tirá
Ca stu marenariello
Te vò' sempe abbracciá

Vicin'ô mare, facimmo 'ammore
A core a core, pe' nce spassá

Só' marenaro e tiro 'a rezza
Ma, p''allerezza, stóngo a murí

Vide ca sbatte ll'onna
Comm'a stu core ccá
De lacreme te 'nfonne
Ca 'o faje annammurá

Viene, 'nterr'a 'sta rena
Nce avimm''a recrijá
Che scenne la serena
Io po' stóngo a cantá

Vicin'ô mare,

Oje né', io tiro 'a rezza
e tu statte a guardá
li pisce, p''a prijezza,
comme stanno a zumpá!

E vide, pure 'e stelle tu faje annammurá
ca stu marenariello,
tu faje suspirá

English:Come on dear, hurry, come here!
Don't make wait and suffer
The fishing net is coming too
That i've cast

Stretch your thin arms
Help me to pull (the net)
That this young sailor
Always wants to hug you

We make love near the sea
Heart to heart, to have fun

I'm a sailor and i pull the net
But I feel like i'm almost dying of happiness

See, the lashing of the waves
Like the beat of this heart of mine
It washes you with tears
Because you make it fall in love (with you)

Come, on this shore
We'll have fun
Here comes the sunset (or the evening)
And I'm here singing


Hey dear, I pull the net
And you stay there and watch
How the fishes for joy
Are jumping

And look, you can make fall in love with you even the stars
This young sailor
You make sigh