^Listen to it 100 times more with the lyrics in front of you and you'll start to get to know it by heart, then learn the translations... On second thought, maybe read the translations through once first.
I enjoyed this album mucho. I’ve listened to it at least 5 times now. It doesn’t bother me it’s in French, maybe ‘cause I’m used to listen to much music in languages I don’t know anyway - on the opposite I do think it could enforce one’s own interpretion and take on the songs when you don’t know exactly what they’re singing. The fifth time I listened I checked the lyrics though, ‘cause he made me interested. When I heard the first song and was introduced by his intensive voice I thought it sounded a bit depserate to give us what he wanted to say, very emotional indeed - honest and deep, as if he opened up for us. As Cheavy mentioned, it comes togehter beautifully with the artistic music. I loved him and the mellowness. I'll definately don't stop listening to it after this.
TROP DE SILENE
Without you, without me, without us, nothing.
On holiday in a country with walls too white
number or come up against the dark thoughts,
on the ruins of a dark court.
There are too, too much silence in my vacation.
Without talk, without calling you,
without writing to you, without choice,
expecting nothing, hearing nothing,
without understanding anything.
Without feeling your voice and your words on me.
Without hearing the music of your skin on my sheets.
There are too, too much silence in my vacation.
I have not seen your ass this morning out of our dirty sheets.
I have not felt your hand on my hair,
as to warm the dream.
Much less your breath on my neck,
me or your lips whispering a goodbye,
later.
All this makes me think yesterday either.
In full light without a dark corner
too sincere to not be alone in the world.
Like a dog in the arena of my own desire,
I bark a breathless, I beg the end of the martyr.
But light clothes will never fire their glory
to make me touch the ground, cut the headlights
the band finished, I remain in the dark.
There are too, too much silence in my vacation.
ALLO PARIS
Hello Paris it's so late
Fingers glued to the combined
I raise again with the hope
Talk to you I'm know
It gives me the blues
I can not help but to believe
Night fall his last shots
I will go through
I wanted something good
I wanted you to tell me just
And standing on the sidewalk
Every night I tell you
The history of tears street
In smelly bars looks moldy
And battered bodies
Hello is all over Paris
And damn I'm tired
I wanted something good
I wanted you to tell me just
Hello is all over Paris
You've taken everything even the desire
You do not remember anything
You forget a little more each morning
Your memory flows along the sidewalks
Drowning in my ridiculous desire
I wish everything is finished
I wanted
Everything is done
Hello paris
I wanted
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