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Alain BASHNG, en aparté. Merci
Moody Blues • Nights in White Satin • 1968 ------ Nights in white satin, never reaching the end Letters I've written, never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you Gazing at people, some hand in hand Just what I'm going through they can't understand Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend Just what you want to be, you will be in the end And I love you, yes I love you Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you Nights in white satin, never reaching the end Letters I've written, never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed, with these eyes before Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore 'Cause I love you, yes I love you Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you 'Cause I love you, yes I love you Oh, how I love you, oh, how I love you (spoken) Breathe deep in the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy's spent Impassioned lovers wrestle as one Lonely man cries for love and has none New mother picks up and suckles her sun Senior citizens wish they were young Cold-hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is grey and yellow white And we decide which is right And which is an illusion ? (cadeau de www.larupturetranquille.com)
Alain Bashung en Aparté, merci !
Il m’aura fallu faucher les blés apprendre à manier la fourche pour retrouver le vrai faire table rase du passé la discorde qu'on a semée à la surface des regrets n'a pas pris le souffle coupé la gorge irritée je m'époumonais sans broncher Angora montre-moi d'où vient la vie où vont les vaisseaux maudits Angora sois la soie sois encore à moi les pluies acides décharnent les sapins j'y peux rien, j'y peux rien coule la résine s'agglutine le venin j’crains plus la mandragore j’crains plus mon destin j’crains plus rien le souffle coupé la gorge irritée je m'époumonais sans broncher Angora montre-moi d'où vient la vie où vont les vaisseaux maudits Angora sois la soie sois encore à moi (cadeau de www.larupturetranquille.com)