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Centar (grada)

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Kad si sam i život te čini usamljenim
Uvek možeš otići do centra
Kad imaš brige, sva ta buka i žurba
Čini se da pomaže, znam, u centru grada
 
Samo slušaj muziku gradskog saobraćaja
Zastani na pločniku gde su lepi neonski znaci
Kako možeš izgubiti?
Tamo su svetla mnogo jača
Možeš zaboraviti sve svoje nevolje, zaboraviti sve svoje brige
 
Pa idi do centa
Sve će biti sjajno kad budeš u centru
Nema lepšeg mesta sigurno, od centra grada
Sve na tebe čeka
 
Nemoj se motati okolo i dopustiti da te problemi okružuju
U centru grada fimovi se daju
Možda znaš neka mala mesta gde možeš otići
Gde nikad ne zatvaraju, u centru grada
 
Samo slušaj ritam nežne bosa nove
I ti ćeš plesati uz nju pre nego se noć završi
Ponovo srećan
Tamo su svetla mnogo jača
Možeš zaboraviti sve svoje nevolje, zaboraviti sve svoje brige
 
Pa idi do centra
Gde su sva svetla jaka, u centru grada
Čeka te večeras centar grada
Sada ćeš biti dobro, u centru grada
 
Centar grada
Centar grada
 
I možda nađeš nekog ljubaznog da ti pomogne i razume te
Neko ko je poput tebe i treba mu nežna ruka
Da ga vodi
Pa možda se sretnemo tamo
Možemo zaboraviti sve naše nevolje, zaboraviti sve naše brige
 
Pa idi do centra
Sve će biti sjajno kad budeš u centru
Ne čekaj više ni minut, centar grada
Sve na tebe čeka, u centru grada
 
Centar grada [centar grada]
Centar grada [centar grada]
Centar grada [centar grada]
Centar grada [centar grada]
 

Mysteries

You look through
to penetrate the mysteries.
You play with ploys,
you even deal with dilemmas.
 
You leave appearances
to dress in silences
that you sow elegantly
in sweet fragments.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 
You choose velvet
when the night plays tricks.
You create a mise-en-scène,
you drown yourself in the Seine.
 
You make allusions,
you are seeking to create the illusion.
a lie without moods—
a pair of ladies.
 
False pretenses
slip easily
between the lines
out of time.
When you lie
so beautifully
the false pretenses
are obvious
between the lines
for all of the time
when you lie
so simply.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under the shadow of your eyelids.
Guess who is here.
Guess what I hide
under so many mysteries.
 

To Be Loved By You

If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
I ask God for it,
I beg the devil.
I cling to anything that can help me
so that this vague fire that
renders my heart crazy
tomorrow to love you.
 
If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
you ruin my happiness,
you destroy my dreams,
and you see nothing
or so you pretend.
Of this evil from you,
I laugh and I die.
I beg you, come,
my heart bleeds. Heh.
 
~~~~~
 
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you,
breaking down my life
to those who sing,
surrounding those who leave
the quarrels and the arms,
but this great friend
had an ending.
The time of love
runs out from between my fingers. Heh.
 
If I had to live alone billions of times,
I would do it to be loved by you.
I would renounce everything, I think,
forever to be loved by you.
 
To be loved by you.
 

Those We Love

We never really leave
those we love.
We carry them with us—
there they lead us forward
so as not to be too alone.
 
We never really leave
those we love.
The face in front of us
is taken into our eyes
and we travel with them.
 
And we go
with them far away from wars
when we have
only love to make.
 
We never leave
those we loved.
We keep little gestures
in our hearts to create
the giggles and the kisses.
 
We never leave
those we loved.
We keep in our veins
human molecules
of those people we loved.
 
And we go
with open arms, head held high,
when we have
only love to give.
 
We make songs,
we give looks
that touch our hearts
like the flash of headlights.
 
We go in unison,
we sing while walking
and time breaks
over the loves that pass.
 
Though—
 
you never really leave
those I love.
You carry them with me—
there they lead us forward
and I am never alone.
 

Smile

What do you see in my eyes?
Do you watch them a bit from time to time?
What do you hear in my voice
when I say to you: 'listen to me for just a moment'?
 
And nothing (and nothing), never anything in the world—
and nothing (and nothing) rushes us more than time.
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
What do I see in your heart?
I see the child who was afraid of it.
Tell me why?
All the love in the world for you—
the whole world opened its arms to you—
wake up.
 
And nothing (and nothing), never anything in the wind—
but nothing (but nothing) hidden behind the fears—
and nothing (and nothing) rushes us more than time.
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
Listen to me, come out of your house,
I would like to say to you:
'do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!'
 
Do you hear me singing?
Make me smile!
 

The Kid from Paris

A kid from Paris
is quite a poem.
In no other country
is there the equivalent
because he's a street urchin,
a little clever guy whom
we love.
 
A kid from Paris
is the sweet mix
of a sky freed
from the devil and of an angel,
and his adventurous eye
moved by
an orange.
 
No taller
than three apples,
he defies
the lovable fellow
who called him 'my little one.'
 
A kid from Paris
is a badge of honor,
a flowering bud
in a mustard jar.
He is the whole spirit,
the spirit of Paris,
who loiters.
 
A kid from Paris,
carefree,
jovial, and enhtralled
with life, who dances
if needed—can also
like Gavroche
break into a dance.
 

The Light Said

It's a game of yesterday—
the dawn of today.
You take hold of the light—
the light said it.
You go onto the stage,
work hard, and cry out,
without steps and without pain—
the light said it.
 
You believe in your luck,
step outside the wool
as a proof
without the shadow of a sign.
Alone during the wait,
you are the last—
shelter your confidence—
the light said it.
 
~~~~~
 
Yeah.
 
~~~~~
 
Millions of times
from London to Paris,
save yourself from me,
take hold of your heaven.
 
~~~~~
 
And when night comes,
in those the most beautiful
from October to September,
the light said it.
 
Yeah,
la la la la,
the light said it.
 

The Green Years

We were both
laying on the heath.
You looked at the heavens.
I was contemplating you. (I know.)
The red of your hair
let down on the heath
against the green of Ireland
was a wave of fire.
 
Of our green years
that secured our childhood
of which I have, despite myself,
never forgotten anything—
of our green years,
do you have memories?
Do they sometimes come
tenderly to light up
a corner of your thoughts—
our green years?
 
In the summer breeze,
you offered up your visage
and you seemed to dream
unaware that in my heart
had just arisen (yes)
a tempest and thunderstorm,
I myself remained wise,
modest, and overwhelmed.
 
Of our green years
that opened onto life
and that live sweetly
as my thoughts go by—
of our green years,
I have for them a longing
that returns for us
one single summer
from the depths of their past—
our green years.
 
La di di, da di da,
our green years,
ooh, ooh, our green years,
our green years,
da di-ah da-ah, di-ah da-ah, ah-ah.
 

Sentimental Stories

Is it in order to offer?
Is it by love,
or just for a laugh?
Is it for you?
 
Is it in order to seduce?
Is it forever,
or is it only to say
just a sweet word?
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
Is it in order to offer?
Is it in order to pack it?
Do I deliver it to you?
Do you turn the page?
 
Finally, in order to finish,
do you need to water?
Do you have to say it
in order to tell you something else?
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
~~~~~
 
[whistling]
 
I sell roses.
I sell roses—
sentimental stories.
People talk to us,
dreaming of something else,
dreaming of sentimental stories.
 
Di-da-di!
 

With All My Might

Ah, oh, I am a daughter of England,
a free spirit with feet on the ground—
I am who I am.
I amuse and comfort you
but it is you who ensures
that I am fulfilled.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
Ah, yeah, yeah.
 
No secret between the two of us,
in our eyes there were confessions.
It's like a flame
that keeps me warm in my winters—
on walks at least it lights up,
helping along my steps.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
I sing songs with all my might—
with all my might.
When the curtain came down,
I gave, I received—
I gave, I received.
 
~~~~~
 
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
 
Oh, I am the girl at her piano
who entertains herself with words
day and night.
I amuse and comfort you
but it is you who ensures
that I am fulfilled.
To make you smile, I have no hope.
I could even end up believing it.
 
~~~~~
 
I sing songs with all my might—
with all my might.
When the curtain came down,
I gave, I received—
I gave, I received.
 
Yeah!
 
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
na-la-la-la-la, na-la-la, oo-di-ai, oo-di-aa,
na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na,
na-na-na-na-na, oo-di-ai-, oo-di-aa...
 

Papaya

Papaya, orange, banana, and mango
to eat without ever
paying anything.
 
Fine sand without end, blue water like your eyes
where you can all year long
go to swim.
 
Do you want love here?
You find it at every step
but since you don’t take a step,
you're waiting for it to come over here.
La la la, la la la la, la la.
 
No money, no demanding people, no wind,
no rain, and nights
filled with stars.
 
Papaya, orange, banana, and mango
to eat without ever
paying anything.
 
~~~~~
 
It is lost in the ocean
on the main road of springtime,
this country that knows well
all the birds of the highways.
La la, la la la la, la la.
 
Papaya, orange, banana to give
a place of rest for birds
who are tired.
 
We will together go one fine day, my love,
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the
papaya—
to be in love under the...
 

Dancing with His Shadow

I hear, I hear, but I don't listen to you.
I try, I try, but it's very hard for me.
When you make the past surge up to the surface,
I find it hard to return a kiss.
 
I'm learning, I'm learning to pull myself away,
but it's not, it's not funny to excuse me
and try to confuse me—I want to come from so far.
I can't talk about everything with my hands.
 
And I go out alone—
I dance again with his shadow.
I go out alone—
without him.
 
I love dancing with his shadow.
I love dancing with his shadow.
I love dancing without a sound.
I love dancing as the night comes
with him dancing my life.
 
Oh-oh, yeah!
 
I make, I make efforts towards progress,
but it is not, it is not always a success.
When you make the past surge up to the surface,
I find it hard to return a kiss.
 
And I go out alone—
I dance again with his shadow.
I go out alone—
without him.
 
I love dancing with his shadow.
I love dancing with his shadow.
I love dancing without a sound.
I love dancing as the night comes
with him dancing my life.
 
~~~~~
 
I hear, I hear, but I don't listen to you.
I try, I try, but it's too hard for me.
 
I love dancing with his shadow.
I love dancing with his shadow,
and I turn while slowing down,
and I turn without mercy.
Yes! I love to dance!
 
~~~~~~
 
I love dancing without a sound.
I love dancing as the night comes
with him dancing my life.
 

Never Goodbye

I will never say goodbye to you.
I will never close the door
even if the wind carries me
too far away from your eyes.
 
I will never say goodbye to you
even if life takes me elsewhere.
I will always have in my heart
room for two.
 
I remember that great country—
so beautiful in Canada.
You seduced me like a lover
with your accent.
You and me, it's a beautiful story
and you know I love you—
I love you.
 
I will never say goodbye to you.
I will never close the door
even if the wind carries me
too far away from your eyes.
 
I will never say goodbye to you
even if life takes me elsewhere.
I will always have in my heart
room for two.
 
I have not forgetten the first time
we met at the Saint-Laurent station
and what you did—you warmed me up
in your arms—how good were were like that—
and you said 'I love you' -
'I love you'.
 
I will never say goodbye to you.
I will never close my door
even if the wind carries me
too far away from your eyes.
 
I will never say goodbye to you
even if life takes me elsewhere.
I will always have in my heart
room for two.
 
I will always have in my heart
room for two.
 

Now You Want to Leave

Now you want to leave (ba-ba-ba-ba ba),
at least tell me why.
As long as we're finally done,
give me the reason for that.
 
Now you want to leave (ba-ba-ba-ba ba),
at least tell me why.
You envisioned the future—
a future with me.
 
Yet you leave anyway—
you think only of yourself.
So your heart is no longer the same—
at least tell me why.
 
When a love was not sincere
and making love is just business,
your dark gaze lies to me—
you leave me without saying no.
 
Now you want to leave (ba-ba-ba-ba ba),
at least tell me why.
Adieu to the memories
and our millions of joys.
 
It was an existence
more than we really have.
Oh, I put up with your silence,
at least tell me why.
 
When a love was not sincere
and making love is just business,
your dark gaze lies to me—
you leave me without saying no.
 
Now you want to leave (ba-ba-ba-ba ba),
at least tell me why.
You spoke about the future—
about the future with me.
 
Yet you leave anyway—
you think only of yourself.
So I stay to prove my hatred—
I don't know why.
 

Hello! My Love

(Hello! My love.)
It's me, my love.
(Say, did you sleep well?)
But yes, I slept well.
 
(Hello! My love.)
What now, my love?
(I dreamed last night.)
I dreamed as well.
 
(Of whom, my love?)
Of you, my love.
(Me of you, my darling!)
You say it only because I said it.
 
(But no, my love.)
Really, my love?
(I swear it to you, my dear.)
 
(You know very well.)
What do I know very well?
(That I love you madly.)
You love me madly.
 
(Yesterday much less.)
What do you mean 'much less'?
(Yes, much less than today!)
[She laughs.]
 
(Give me, my love.)
What now, my love?
(A little kiss.)
I would love to give it away.
 
Yes, but for that—
(Well, for that?)
you should be here.
 
(So, my love,)
I hear you, my love.
(the car is downstairs.)
What? You are already here?
 
(I'm taking you away, my love,)
To where, my love?
(to lunch in the forest.)
I'm coming down—here I am!
 
(Good day, my dear.)
Good day, my darling.
(Let's go in love.)
Let's go, the sky is blue.
 
(Near Île-Adam,)
Yes, dear Adam.
(the inn awaits us.)
 
(After lunch,)
Well, what will we do?
(what you can do in the woods.)
When the wolf is not there!
 
(Then at night,)
With a delighted heart,
we will return to Paris!
 
(In front of your house,)
In front of my house.
(I will leave you)
with regret.
 
(Good night, my flower.)
Good night, my love.
(See you tomorrow on the phone.)
 
(To find out, oh my dear)
if you slept well.
(Sweet dreams, my sweetness.)
Hello! My love.
 

A Sunflower

I was like a sunflower—
I looked there towards the sun.
Your eyes are on everyone you might love,
my eyes search for love only in yours.
You know it.
 
A sunflower lowers its head
on nights after feeling sick.
At this point, crying, I no longer see you,
but you know what you are searching for.
Tell me no.
 
~~~~~
 
Watching you run away wounds the heart—
I should stay silent while you leave.
 
And one day, you will be a sunflower,
and you will understand what you mean.
Staying here, the sun will not awaken.
Staying here, we would waste love,
as did I.
 
La da da da ah ah,
la ah ah ah da di da,
la la la ah di da,
la da di da da da.
 
Watching you run away wounds the heart—
I should stay silent while you leave.
 
La da di da di ah-ah-ah,
da di da di da,
di da di da-ah di da,
ah-ah ah-ah-ah.
Watching you...
 

Drops of the Sea

(Drops of the sun, drops of the sun
in my eyes, in my eyes—
drops of the sea, drops of the sea
on the skin, on the skin.)
 
Drops of the sun in my eyes
(drops of the sun in my eyes)—
drops of the sea on the skin
(drops of the sea on the skin).
 
And high above a big clear sky
that is endless like our love.
 
Drops of the sun (in my eyes)—
drops of the sea (on the skin).
 
Drops of the stars when evening comes.
(Drops of the stars when evening comes).
Drops of the moon on the hair.
(Drops of the moon on the hair).
 
And the display between us that you seek?
It is shown only with a kiss.
 
Drops of the moon (moon you were looking for).
Drops of the stars (stars you were looking for).
 
What matters it to me if the summer ends one day?
Now only this happiness matters.
Yeah!
 
Drops of the sun (in my eyes)—
drops of the sea (on the skin).
 
I know the day will come and this ends.
(Drops of the sun, drops of the sea).
This summer has made us carefree.
(Drops of the sun, drops of the sea).
 
We, who will leave tomorrow, I have to tell you
that I have truly loved you.
 
Drops of the sun (drops of the sun)—
in my eyes (in my eyes).
Drops of the sea (drops of the sea)—
on the skin (on the skin).
Yeah!
 
Drops of the sun (drops of the sun) -
in my eyes (in my eyes).
Drops of the sea (drops of the sea)—
on the skin (on the skin)...
 

Love

My heart told me that
you are the right one—
and the only thing that I lack—
and all the rest no longer matters to me,
love.
Yeah!
 
The wind arrives and then
the rain is gone.
Leaving the place, the sun goes away
and, if you stay, it never returns,
love.
Yeah!
 
I sing for you—
today is a party for me—
but the only invitation here is for you.
You will find me very beautiful because
I love you—I do this for you,
love.
Yeah!
 
~~~~~
 
With your love, you made me beautiful,
love.
Hey!
 
~~~~~
 
With your love, you made me beautiful,
love—
mmm-mmm—
love, yeah—
love, yeah—
love, mmm-mmm...
 

It's a Song Like This

I don't know if you already have someone who sings for you.
You will never be alone even without me.
But is it my fault if I can't forget you?
This is the life and a refrain that I dance with you.
 
It's a song like this that rushes like a torrent.
It's a love like this that I could never stop.
It's a song like this that I always sing for you.
If one day you hear it, perhaps you will come back to me.
 
Before you go, I go, and a woman knows it.
You want the world, but then you will find that you never do.
But is it my fault if you won't understand?
There is the life and a refrain that you don't sing with me.
 
It's a song like this that rushes like a torrent.
It's a love like this that I could never stop.
It's a song like this that I always sing for you.
If one day you hear it, perhaps you will come back to me.
 
It's a song like this that rushes like a torrent.
Da da da da da da,
da da da da da da da da...
 

Tiny Baby

Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?
Stay with me.
Your little hand,
you already reach out towards me.
I know what you want.
 
Tiny baby,
you want to dream.
In my arms,
you want to stay.
But, love, you don't know
what you want to say yet.
But, love, it is bigger than you
much more, much more, much more.
 
~~~~~
 
Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?
I know what you want.
You are becoming an important man,
you are growing up for me.
You want to win me over.
 
Tiny baby,
you want to dream.
In my arms,
you want to stay.
But, love, you don't know
what you want to say yet.
But, love, it is bigger than you
much more, much more, much more.
 
Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah!
Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?
Yeah!
Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah!
Oh my tiny baby,
where are you going, what are you doing?...
 

The Joy of Love

The joy of love to be a couple on earth
is to watch the years flow by
very slowly like the water in rivers,
very slowly like the hour hand on a clock.
 
The joy of love to be a couple giving pleasure
is to rediscover the warmth of a kiss,
always the same, forever the same,
always, forever, without tiring.
 
It's to leave together towards a single future.
It's to grow old together with the same memories.
 
The joy of giving the best of yourself
in a love that flourishes day and night
is to keep in your heart, in your veins,
all of one life, an entire lifetime.
 
It's to leave together towards a single future.
It's to grow old together with the same memories.
 
The joy of giving the best of yourself
in a love that flourishes day and night
is to keep in your heart, in your veins,
all of one life, an entire lifetime.
 

I Had Dreamed of Another Life

I had dreamed of another life,
but life killed my dreams—
the way you stifle the last cries
of an animal that you finish off.
 
Oh, I had dreamed of such a grand heart
where mine could find a place,
but my first Prince Charming
became the assassin of my childhood.
 
I paid with all my tears
the ransom of a meagre happiness
to a society that disarms
the victim, and not the thief.
 
I had dreamed of a single love
lasting until the end of the world,
which you never go around
as surely as the earth is round.
 
I had dreamed of another life,
but life killed my dreams.
Hardly begun, it is over
like a brief springtime that ends.
 
I had dreamed of another life,
but life killed my dreams.
Hardly begun, it is over
like a brief springtime that ends.
 

This Love Never

With every passing day, I feel I love you more—
more than everything that I've ever had for myself.
Now I know, hmm-hmm, that I would do anything for you.
Without you, hmm-hmm, without you, I don't know what I would be.
 
Every day, this love never ends,
our love will never end with the sun.
Every story comes to an end—this love never,
our love will never end.
 
~~~~~
 
Now I know, hmm-hmm, that I would do anything for you.
Without you, hmm-hmm, without you, I don't know what I would be.
 
Every day, this love never ends,
our love will never end with the sun.
Every story comes to an end—this love never,
our love will never end—
will never end—
no, no, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh,
will never end—
no, no, no, ohhh,
will never end..
 

The Earth

The earth, the earth, will stop spinning.
The sun, the sun, will burn itself out.
 
Ever since that day, I have agreed that
when I kiss you, you do not close your eyes.
I feel that I am losing your love for me.
 
The earth, the earth, will stop spinning.
The sun, the sun, will burn itself out.
 
But my love,
you know, will never stop—
never, ever, never, ever.
 
Ever since that day, I have been losing you.
If perhaps I will come to have the whole world,
you will not one more time close your eyes with me.
 
The earth, the earth, will stop spinning.
The sun, the sun, will burn itself out.
 
But my love,
you know, will never stop—
never, ever, never, ever.
 
The earth, the earth, will stop spinning.
The sun, the sun, will burn itself out.
The earth, the earth, will stop spinning.
The sun, the sun, will burn itself out.
The earth, the earth, will stop spinning...
 

In Paris

In Paris,
when a love blooms,
it happens during several weeks
when two hearts smile at one another—
all because they are in love
in Paris.
 
In springtime,
on the roofs, the weathervanes
turn and flirt
with the first wind
that passes by indifferent—
nonchalant.
 
Because the wind,
when it comes to Paris,
has but a single need:
to loiter
in all the beautiful neighborhoods
of Paris.
 
The sun,
which is its old pal
is also at the celebration
and, like two schoolboys,
they go out to enjoy themselves
in Paris.
 
And, hand in hand,
they go without getting worked up,
seeing along the way
if Paris has changed.
 
~~~~~
 
There is the Seine—
at no matter what hour,
it has visitors
who gaze into its eyes.
These are the lovers
of the Seine.
 
And there are those—
those who have made their nests
near the bed of the Seine,
and who bathe at noon
every day of the week
in the Seine.
 
In Paris!
 

Boom!

The clock goes tic-tac tic-tic.
The birds on the lake go pic-pac pic-pic.
Glou-glou-glou go all the turkeys
and the pretty bell goes ding-dang-dong.
 
But boom!
When our heart goes boom,
all say 'boom' with it
and love awakens.
 
Boom!
It sings 'Love in Bloom'
to the rhythm of this boom
that repeats 'boom' in the ear.
 
All has changed since yesterday
and the street has eyes
that look from the windows.
There are lilacs and
hands reaching out
over the sea—
the sun is going to come out!
 
Boom!
The sun goes boom—
all say 'boom' with it
when our heart goes boom-boom.
 
The wind in the woods goes hou-hou-hou.
The doe at bay goes meeh-meeh-meeh.
Broken dishes go cric-cric-crac
and wet feet go flic-flic-flac.
 
But boom!
When our heart goes boom,
all say 'boom' with it—
the bird says 'boom'—
it's the storm.
 
Yeah boom!
The lightning that goes boom to him
and the good God says 'boom'
on his armchair of clouds.
 
For my love is brighter than lightning,
lighter than a bird, than a bee,
and if it goes boom when it becomes angry,
it brings along with it some wonders.
 
Boom!
The whole world says 'boom'—
the entire universe says 'boom'
because my heart goes boom-boom.
 
Boom!
I hear nothing but boom-boom!
It always goes boom-boom!
It always goes boom—
boom—
boom-ti-boom!
 

Here Comes the Time for Vacation

Here comes (here comes) the time for vacation.
Here comes (here comes) the time for romance.
Here comes (here comes) the start of summer again.
You can sing.
 
Here comes (here comes) the time for vacation.
Already (already) everyone is thinking about it.
Down there (down there) life starts again
under the summer sky.
 
Everyone has a share of the dream.
Departures are made in a rush.
This moment of rest is welcome.
Here comes, here comes vacation.
 
Here comes (here comes) the time for vacation.
Here comes (here comes) the time for romance.
Down there (down there) nothing matters.
under the summer sky.
 
~~~~~
 
In the blue sky, the sun shines.
The boys will love the girls.
It's the right time to live life!
This is it, this is it: vacation!
 
Here comes (here comes) the time for vacation.
Down there (down there) nothing matters.
Down there (down there) life starts again
under the summer sky.
 
Here comes (here comes) the time for vacation.
Here comes (here comes) the time for romance.
With joy (with joy), everyone dances
under the summer sky.
 
The time for vacation—
all starts again—
the time for vacation—
start dancing—
the time for vacation—
start dancing—
all starts again—
start dancing...
 

On Two Notes

On two notes,
I tell you that I love you.
On three notes,
I give you my heart.
On four notes,
I develop the theme,
and over the entire scale,
I sing my happiness.
 
Over two notes,
I am going to put 'caresses'.
Over three notes,
'a thrilling lover'.
Over four notes,
why not 'our intoxication'?
And over the entire scale,
I finished my song.
 
What?
Do you think that's done too fast?
Well, you see I am disappointed.
I know many stupider people
who found it pleasing.
 
If you want me to prove it to you,
listen to me without growing angry.
You must search until
you find the hidden meaning.
 
Two notes:
it's your life and mine.
Three notes:
it's us and our love.
Four notes:
our holding hands together.
And then the entire scale
translates as: 'forever'.
 
Ah, how beautiful my song was!
And how it is made for us!
Because I love you and you love me
always the same until the end.
 
On two notes,
on three notes,
on four notes,
and that's all.
 

The Story of a Love

My story is the story of a love.
My complaint is the grievance of two hearts—
a story among so many others
that could be yours,
people from here or elsewhere.
 
It's the flame that is lit without burning,
it's the dream that you dream without sleeping—
like a tree that rises
full of strength and tenderness
towards the daylight about to arrive.
 
It's the story of an eternal and mundane love
that brings to each day all the good, all the bad
with the hour when you embrace the one you are bidding adieu—
with the nights of agony and the wonderful mornings.
 
My story is a story that you know—
those who are in love play the same way, I know it—
but whether innocent or very profound,
it's the only song in the world
that will never end.
 
~~~~~
 
It's the story of an eternal and mundane love
that brings to each day all the good, all the bad
with the hour when you embrace the one you are bidding adieu—
with the nights of agony and the wonderful mornings.
 
My story is a story that you know—
those who are in love play the same way, I know it—
but whether innocent or very profound,
it's the only song in the world
that will never end.
 
It's the story of a love.
 

Pink Cherry and White Apple Blossoms

When we used to play hopscotch—
pink cherry and white apple blossoms—
I thought I would die of love
while hugging her.
 
With her looks of a young lady—
pink cherry and white apple blossoms—
she had attracted
my heart of a child.
 
A branch of a cherry tree
from her garden caressed
a branch of an old apple tree
that flourished in mine.
 
To see their nodes intertwined
like a spring bouquet
made us think
of doing the same.
 
And it is thus with the new flowers—
pink cherry and white apple blossoms—
we one evening climbed the short ladder
to our fifteen years.
 
Ah!
 
~~~~~
 
Ah!
 
If this story is eternal,
to find out the ending,
learn from it the refrain
to our fifteen years.
 
Yeah!
 

Romeo

So long as we know that Juliette was blonde
And that Romeo was madly in love
So long as we know that the Earth is round
And that it has been traveled around
We'll see the departing processions
Of lost pretty dreams
And will turn, turn the roundabout
Of forbidden loves
 
Romeo
Your name suits love so well
Romeo
Your name will always sing
Romeo
In the hearts of girls from the suburbs
Romeo
You, who knew how to die for love
 
If it were today, you would go to Scotland
With your Juliette on your arm
You would go there, without attire or carriage
And just put the ring on her finger
You would forget your callous parents
But you, poor you
To save an impossible love
You had no other choice
 
Romeo
Your name suits love so well
Romeo
Your name will always sing
Romeo
In the hearts of girls from the suburbs
Romeo
You, who knew how to die for love