Nunca necesitaste a nadie para vivir
ni siquiera te fijaste qué había a tu alrededor.
Desesperado mirabas las paredes de tu habitación
y gritaste muy fuerte, pero nadie te conoció.

Y ahora tendrás que seguir
cargando tu cruz
por el resto de tus días,
por el resto de tus días.

Creías que la balanza estaba siempre a tu favor
y lo mejor de todo era que sólo lo creías vos.
Sólo si diste algo, algo podrás recibir
y el amor que esperas sólo depende de ti.

Y ahora tendrás que seguir
cargando tu cruz
por el resto de tus días,
por el resto de tus días.

Por el resto de tus días,
por el resto de tus días...

Paroles et musique : Maxime Le Forestier
© 1973 by Éditions Coïncidences
1
C'est une maison bleue
Adossée à la colline
On y vient à pied
On ne frappe pas
Ceux qui vivent là
Ont jeté la clé
On se retrouve ensemble
Après des années de route
Et on vi
ent s'asseoir
Autour d'un repas
Tout le monde est là
À cinq heures du soir
R
Quand San Francisco s'embrume
Quand San Francisco s'allume
San Francisco
Où êtes-vous
Lizzard et Luc
Psylvia
Attendez-moi
2
Nageant dans le brouillard
Enlacés roulant
dans l'herbe
On écoutera Tom à la guitare
Phil à la kéna jusqu'à la nuit noire
Un autre arrivera
Pour nous dire des nouvelles
D'un qui reviendra dans un an ou deux
Puisqu'il est heureux on s'endormira
R
Quand San Francisco se lève (bis)...
1
C'est
une maison bleue
Adossée à la colline
On y vient à pied
On ne frappe pas
Ceux qui vivent là
Ont jeté la clé
Peuplée de cheveux longs
De grands lits et de musique
Peuplés de lumière
Et peuplée de fous
Elle sera dernière
À rester debout.
R
Si San
Francisco s'effondre (bis)...

CHORUS:
I'M IN A SENSITIVE MOOD TONIGHT
I WANT TO KISS YOU AND HOLD YOU TIGHT
I WANT YOU TO FEEL ME DEEP IN YOUR LOVE
TELL ME THAT YOU HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH

Baby if you will
Let me hold you oh so close
By the fireplace
With candlelights and champagne
Let me hold your hand
Kiss your neck as we slow dance
'Cause the night belongs to romance
When you look into my eyes
And see the tears I cry it's 'cause of you
The one I've always loved
It's like a fairy tale to me
And tonight it's got to be a dream in my mind
That will never go away 'cause

CHORUS

I can't explain what you mean to me
You are my everything and I love you with all my
Heart Mind Body and Soul I love you
Just like the air I breathe
I need you
'Cause when I look deep inside
And realize that I
Never knew real love
Until you came into my life
Now all I do is pray
That you'll never go away
All the love we shared
It could never be replaced 'cause

CHORUS

I have only one thing to give
That's my love and devotion
You have broken down all my defenses
That's why that is why
I'm so sensitive

CHORUS OUT

Tårer faller som tungt høstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
På min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn i skogens mørke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går,
i skam.
Jeg fylles av satans makter,
og en dyster harmfull fred.
Et kall fra hans land,
jeg skal synke i dødens vann,
og fare med strømmene mot dødens land.
Hun slikker mine kinn,
mens døden lokker kan jeg skimte hans rike.
Triste øyne og spake stemmer,
følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.
Tårer faller som tungt høstregn,
i et kaldt desemberlandskap.
Tårer for min stolthet og min verdighet.
Så i mørket skal vi atter reises for krig mot lyset,
vi skal herje, jagende vårt bytte.
Som en storm skal vi rive i filler hans rike,
under mørkets klinge skal vi dø.
I en tapper krig,
jeg skal dø.
Aldri stride mere,
kom drikk mine tårer.
Og mot din grotte vandre.
I din grotte vi skal rå.
På min ferd inn i ensomheten,
inn imot skogens mørke.
Til mine sorgers opphav jeg går,
med hat.
Hun fuktet mine lepper,
mens døden lokker har jeg nådd ditt rike.
Triste øyne og spake stemmer,
følg min dragning mot gravens kalde mørke.
Music by: Grusom
Vocal by: Grusom
Backing vocal: Tjodalv
Lyric by: Brynjard Tristan 1994
upped by: _BlackWizard_ from #hah on DALnet

I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart
Tony Bennett
Written by Irving Mills, Henry Nemo, John Redmond, and Duke Ellington

This version did not chart but
In 1938, FIVE versions charted: Duke Ellington (# 1), Benny Goodman (also # 1), Connee
Boswell (# 5), Mildred Bailey (# 8), and Hot Lips Page (# 9)


I let a song go out of my heart
It was the sweetest melody
I know I lost heaven 'cause you were the song

Since you and I have drifted apart
Life doesn't mean a thing to me
Please come back, sweet music, I know I was wrong

Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause I’m the
prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, I’m holding our
people above. No time to wait there’s the gate proceed.
I’ve got what you want and I’ve got what you need. I’m your
musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
around your neck and your money unspent.

They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Don’t do nothing
drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. I’m
not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to
not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry ya’ll.
Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra
bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power
and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you’re always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo

You see the laughing man he’s a nut cause he’s a Salinger
fan It’s the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat
us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just
another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all
cost. It’s a malady a sickness you can’t floss. You gotta
leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the
track and walk the fine line.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you’re always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo

Check it check it out here I come not leaving till I’m done
Please stay a little longer and you’re gonna get some from
the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until it’s dark
and we’ll be home for you. Now you may fuck up, you
fucking stuck up prick you better watch it before you make
the whole world sick that’s it. Making me ill, you know
against your will. I’m throwing rhymes like grenades,
making a kill.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you’re always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo