A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent
A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie
A chaque fois que je surprends
Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants
Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences
Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs
Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie
Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles
J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour…
?
Tu seras de retour…
(Parlé)
Des volets bleus, une maison,
Sur la jetée de Quiberon,
Les jours heureux…
Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs,
Comme une résonnance de ton absence.

Peut-être un jour dans cette allée
Reviendras-tu passer l’été
?
Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai
?
Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches
Une caresse, une présence
Comme une douce amère incertitude…

English translation :

PERHAPS ONE DAY
Each time I wait for you
In the dark streets where the wind blows
Each time, I feel this melancholy
Each time I catch
In your notebooks, our fleeting looks
All those times where our evidences dance
On the yellowed canvas of our memories
A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy
Under the big linden tree where leaves are
piling up
I'm waiting ...
Perhaps
one
day ...?
You will be back ...

(Spoken)
Blue shutters, a house,
On Quiberon
quay,
Happy Days…
Flocks of migratory birds,
Like a resonance of your absence.

Perhaps
one
day in this
alleyway
Will you come back for the summer?
Perhaps
here, tomorrow,
Perhaps
in
the month of
May?
In the glow of your sleepless nights
A caress, a presence
Like a bitter
sweet uncertainty ...

Paraíso
Bienvenue au Paradis
El bien el mal.
Mon nirvana c'est toi.
Viens et prends ta dose de love Bad Boy.

No,



not there and not hidden,
Fox
take your responsibilities
I can see you
I do, scatter you
It is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t think
And cover your mouth, but show your eyes
I have to see where your’ looking at
Go on TV the
boredom is there to listen to you
How many
we have lost, won, received share, to take
Show you on the web
How many evictions this year ?

How many flights ?

How many expulsion today ?
How many expulsions this year?

Here is this time of loneliness
In a corner bar
And some side glance
With the unknown,
Every day,
Every day in this corner bar
But every day is a new dawn
And suddendly,
A sweet doubt,
One time for the sweet doubt

No sounds,
No background noise,
Just silence
And
the shadow of the plants
No presence,
No background noise,
No one,
Nobody,

Every day in this corner bar
Every day,
At the same time
The reflection of the sun,
On the tiled floor,
Across the shutter
And then,
The time for the sweet doubt,
No form, no color,
And without subject,
A cloudy spell in my mind

No sounds,
No background noise,
Just silence
And
the shadow of the plants
No presence,
No background noise,
No one,
Nobody

The legend of the marvellous
Journeys and heroic deeds
The many adventures
Of Prince Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Begins with the tale of his insidious mother

Militrisa Kirtiervna
Plotted the death
Of her husband
Tsar Guidon
So she could marry her secret lover Tsar Dadon

But when Dadon threw
Bova into a dungeon
Militrisa’s maternal heart
Was deeply touched

The mighty Bogatyr
And so she helped Bova to escape

His two great powers:
Unparalleled strength
And unearthly beauty
Enabled him
To defeat the forces of evil and find his true love:
Druzhevna Zenzeveyvna

He then married her
And he too became a Tsar
They had a son
Whom they also called Bova

The mighty Bogatyr
Ends with the tale of his handsome boy

Bova the elder
When his son grew up
Returned home
Craving for revenge
He beheaded Dadon and his son was crowned Tsar in his place