Lavoine/Aboulker. Sur une guitare, sur un violon. Qu'il soit trop tard, qu'il soit trop long. Sur un boulevard ou sous un pont. Le sans-logis fait sa chanson.
Lavoine/Aboulker. Sur une guitare, sur un violon. Qu'il soit trop tard, qu'il soit trop long. Sur un boulevard ou sous un pont. Le sans-logis fait sa chanson.
Collo/Bernheim/Barbelivien. L'heure du jazz.. Une plombe, l'heure du jazz. Les sasos pavoisent. T'as jou la bonne cave. Charlie Parker bave. Ton me dans l'extase.
Mourir devant, courir derrire. Se taire en attendant. En attendant que faut il faire. Gagner la guerre ou simplement. Ne plus vouloir la faire. Dans cet enfer gagner du temps.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand. Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain.
An der Ampel gegenüber, da stand ein schönes Mädchen. Es wurde grün, doch ich blieb stehn, und sie kam zu mir herüber. Ich sah sie an, und ich fragte sie dann: "Kannst du mir die Uhrzeit sagen??", doch sie senkte den Blick und sie wurde rot und sie wollte weitergehn. Doch ich hielt sie fest in meinem Arm und ich gab ihr zu verstehen:.
The sky's blowin' on me. Pourin' water on my head. He ain't stoppin' soon. Black children hidin' me from light. White ones tryin' to kill me. So kill me.
When the only sound on the empty street. Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet. That belong to a lonesome cop. I open shop. . When the moon so long has been gazing down.
Little farley. Why you hangin out so long. I can tell by the people. You're runnin with. That you're singin a different song. Little farley. What you hidin in your drawer.
If we borrow words. They'll have to be returned. Keeping them would surely be remiss. The stars have acquiesced. By giving us this night. Let's just kiss.
Come good fortune. Let me love tonight. Pardon me from soulless searching. Spare me for another with a see-through heart. A heart as empty as my hands to be full.
Lovers are dreamers and I've been walking in my sleep. When I awake I'll never take a chance that I can't keep. A thousand first times never add up to last.
I am LOST IN MEDITATION. And my reverie. Brings you back to me. For in my imagination. Love has lingered on. As though you'd never gone.. This is just a dream that cannot last.
There is a gay Lady in blue. haunting my dreams all the night thru.. She seems to creep into my sleep. day after day and nights without number. I see her rise right under my eyes.
Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son. Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns. and his friends were all there with him when they laid him.