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Arabian Nights
05:17
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The say the story is told that a man in white
He sank 3 fingers inside another throat of love
He was bitten and hurt by the heat of youth
Now he's just the night beyond the night
And the grass is green on the other side
And he's just playing the field till the cows come home and a "just come on" will be alright
Well he is too old to be loved again
One hundred pipers ooze many songs for him
The smoke of his cigarette is a Venus shape
that reminds him of her and someone else
Your eyes are two pages to be read
Written with the tears you're about to cry
Your eyes are telling me the truth
My days are numbered.
The sun is rising up I should leave for now
and if it is your will if you let me live I will carry on with that tonight
Your eyes are two pages to be read
Written with the tears you're about to cry
Your eyes are telling me the truth
My days are numbered.
Your eyes are two pages to be read
Written with the tears you're about to cry
Your eyes are telling me the truth
My days are numbered.
Bring me all the sibylline hells
Take me to your never-ending hell
Blessed by a hell of caress, a symphony of hells
My days are numbered.
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2. |
Lying On My Bed
03:25
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It's such a lovely night, raindrops are drumming to my beat
I'm here on my own, my lonelyness always my best friend
Outside the city shines, stories that walk towards an end
A pile of books deck my walls, the thoughts of the people I respect
I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching all these things
A picture without a frame, the rust in those eyes remains the same
The colors are white and gray, the dust of a scene that never fades
I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching all these things
I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching all these things
For I know, all these things, will pass away again
I don't care, what it's all about
I'm putting out cigarrettes, listening to that song again
I'm here on my own, my lonelyness always my best friend
I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching all these things
I'm lying on my bed, and I'm watching all these things
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3. |
Portrait d'un couple
03:33
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Si le jour devient la nuit
Si les nuits deviennent des mois
Si tu risques de te (faire) brûler
Limitons nous les dégâts.
Ne soyons plus le vol obscur
Des oiseaux libres mais sans futur
Tournons la page vers le début
Et soignons (nous) nos blessures
Ne regarde plus ailleurs
Et ouvre moi cette cage
Ne regarde plus ailleurs
Et laisse moi voler
Vers d’autres endroits…
Et vers d’autres rêves
Vers le ciel
Si les jours deviennent l’enfer
Et les mois deviennent (des) années
Si le temps ne guérit plus les brûlures
Je lécherai mes blessures
Ne soyons plus le vol obscur
Des oiseaux libres mais sans futur
Tournons la page vers le début
Et soignons (nous) nos blessures
Ne regarde plus ailleurs
Et ouvre moi cette cage
Ne regarde plus ailleurs
et laisse moi voler
Vers d’autres endroits…
Et vers d’autres rêves
Vers le ciel
Ne soyons le vol obscur des oiseaux sans futur
Tournons vers le début et soignons nos blessures
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4. |
Sofa
03:32
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There is something I want
And it’s something I can’t do on my own
We had it all but we didn’t enjoy it
Now it’s time to move on
Jumping on the sofa
Let it all out
Take whatever is left and open the door
When you think it’s the end we need to go on
So keep jumping on the sofa
Let it all out (x2)
There is something I want
Bubbling Under your sad face and my frown
Now you know what’s this feeling inside you
And it’s so relaxing
Take whatever is left and open the door
When you think it’s the end we need to go on
Jumping on the sofa
Let it all out (x 2)
It’s so simple
It’s so superior
It’s so rewarding to let it go
It’s never cheesy
It’s no monotonous
It’s so rewarding to let it go
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5. |
Rêve d'hiver
02:12
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Un léger frisson me rappelle ton arrivée,
Pendant que les squelettes s’agitent
Au-delà de ma fenêtre
Et la grande table est disposée
Pour recevoir la nappe blanche
Qui régnera dans la pièce longtemps
Mes propres pensées traduites en brouillard
Annoncent que tu est déjà ici,
Et je ne peux pas éviter
Me poser la même question…
Cette fois, sera-t-elle la dernière ?
À travers d’un miroir d’un ciel sans fin,
On devine l’orage.
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Souvenirs
04:15
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Si je finis tout seul
J’aimerais rester aux images d’avant
Toutes ces images
Est-ce que tu voyageras du jour au lendemain ?
Si je finis tout seul
J’aimerais écouter le son de notre histoire
Toutes ces musiques
Qui nous ont accompagné dans tous
Dans tous nos voyages
Du jour au lendemain
Du jour au lendemain
Embrasse-moi
Embrasse-moi
Si je finis tout seul
J’aimerais écouter le son de notre histoire
Toutes ces musiques
Qui nous ont accompagné dans tous
Dans tous nos voyages
Du jour au lendemain
Du jour au lendemain
Embrasse-moi
Embrasse-moi
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7. |
Fly Away, Fly High
04:04
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I Just walked inside, and I walked away
and then I was climbing, a cloud
I wished I could breath all the air in this town
It is so cold,
it is so charming and shinning like gold
Just like a sunny day
Just like a bright light
As we just fly away
As we just fly
I Just took a glance, to all of your pictures
and then I was climbing, a cloud
I wished I could breath all the air in this town
Or should I stay,
it's the beginning before that I know
Just like a sunny day
Just like a bright light
As we just fly away
As we just fly
And now I am leaving
and now I am going my way
for all of the things I have so far been singing
Or should I stay,
it's the beginning before that I know
Just like a sunny day
Just like a bright light
As we just fly away
As we just fly
As we just fly
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8. |
What If They Come?
03:24
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I know nothing
nothing is enough to let you know
what you should know
about Chantal
she wouldn't take too long
stuck in another song
what if she comes
I know nothing
nothing is enough to let you know
about the prince
he felt into the lake
it wasn't by mistake
what if he comes?
I know nothing
nothing is enough to let you know
what you should know
about them all
they wouldn't take too long
trapped in another song
what if they come?
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9. |
Parthénope
02:48
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Pluie qui tombe sur le sol
Qui me souvient aux jours tristes
Goutes d’eau sur la mer tranquille
Peuplée de sirènes
Je regarde les mouettes
Elles jouent sous la pluie d’hiver
Mer salée de cet archipel
T’as mordu à l’hameçon ?
Tes chants de sirène m’attraperont…
Où tu vas ?
Je veux t’écouter…
Mes chants tristes ?
Tes chants de sirène échouée
Où tu vas ?
Je ne peux pas éviter tes chants.
Les couleurs de tes yeux
Sont comme la pluie qui glisse
Sur tes écailles douces
Douces comme tes cheveux
Je suis mordu de tes chants…
Où tu vas ?
Je veux t’écouter…
Mes chants tristes ?
Tes chants de sirène échouée
Où tu vas ?
J’oublierai jamais tes chants…
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10. |
For Comfort
03:34
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Where did this come from?
where are we going from here?
What does your smile mean?
why are your eyes filled with tears?
Stand up and go,
you're not alone
These hands are cold my dear,
your kisses suddenly weird
Everything now is gone,
should I feel sorrow or fear?
Tell me you know,
I'm not alone
And I'm not sorry,
I don't regret our love
Hide for comfort, babe
If there's no Heaven,
if there ain't anything else
If we run out of time,
and we don't forgive ourselves
Tell me you know,
we're not alone
And I'm not sorry,
I don't regret our love
Hide for comfort, babe
What if I'm right?
What if I'm wrong?
And I'm not sorry,
I don't regret our love
Hide for comfort, babe
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Birkins Islas Canarias, Spain
Birkins es una banda formada por Cristina Santana, Alby Ramírez, Sergio Miró y Rafa
Daza.
El pop colorista, la chanson francesa, el rock y la psicodelia son rasgos característicos de sus canciones, lo que ha llevado a que su música sea etiquetada en algunos medios como "neochanson" o nueva canción francesa.
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