Ah the magic of music, immerse yourself…
Que je sois un ange
Que je sois un ange,
que je sois un diable,
c’est aussi insupportable,
mon cœur est étranger,
la musique le change toujours
de notes noires et blanches
Ce n’est pas vraiment l’ennui,
c’est un rêve qui fuit
vers des villes toutes neuves
où règnent des mendiants,
mon angoisse est un fleuve
d’où des pleurs d’enfants lèvent
Ces chansons que pleure ma voix
ne sont pa à moi,
elles s’enroulent autour
d’un ancien amour oublié
et tous les mots expirent
car je veux te dire
je suis muselée,
tes yeux me déchirent,
ton regard m’attire,
triste et noir
Et moi je t’ai, mon rêve obscur
comme entre leurs murs
s’en vont les prisonniers
qui seront demain fusillés
Que je sois un ange,
que je sois un diable,
c’est aussi insupportable;
Je ne peux plus changer,
dans mon cœur
ce mélangent toujours
des larmes noires et blanches
Being an angel
Being an angel,
being a devil,
is just as unbearable,
my heart is estranged,
the music’s always changing it
with black and white notes
This isn’t really a problem,
it’s a dream that flees
to the all new towns
where beggars reign,
my fear is a river
from which the children’s tears arise
These songs making my voice weep
aren’t mine
they revolve around
an old forgotten love
and all the words dissolve
because I want to tell you
I’m left speechless,
your eyes tear me up
your stare arrests me,
sad and blue
And I have you, my obscure dream
like among their walls
they’re withdrawing, the prisoners
to be shot on the morrow
Being an angel,
being a devil,
is just as unbearable;
I can’t change anymore,
in my heart
they’re always mixing
the black and white tears
And the connection amongst all forms of art never ceases to amaze me.
You are appearing more to me to have some unique sense/taste for art. But, I am yet to see you in the world of graphical art.
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Why thank you Doc, I appreciate life as art. Everything is a living, breathing creation. I imagine graphic arts to be just as vivid, dimensional interpretation is not limited to vision only. Art is us, and we are beyond senses, or sensibilities for that matter. lol 🙂
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absolutely lovely ~ thank you for sharing this because it is inspiring 🙂
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Thanks for dropping by Gina, I trust all is well. Glad this song brightened u’r day! 😀
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My first language is music …🎶
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Hi Cheri, I feel the same way… my mother sang with me everyday in her womb, and all was right with the world♥
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