Saturday, May 12, 2007

L'amour à la française - Fatals Picards


L'amour à la francaise- Fatals Picards
envoyé par renaudinjeremy

Les Fatals Picards - L'amour à la française - Chanson representant la France à l'Eurovision 2007
I remember, jolie demoiselle
The last summer, nous, la tour Eiffel
I remember comme tu étais belle
So beautiful with your sac Chanel
Sur les ponts de la Seine
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous
What is it, what is it?
Je le chercher à toi, dans les rues
Je ne suis pas venir car tu ne l'es plus
Je le regarde partout, where are you?
My heart is bleeding, oh I miss you
L'amour à la française
Let's do it again, again, again, again
You gave me a rendezvous
Et je cours, je cours, je cours
I've lost l'amour, l'amour, l'amour
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Champs-Élysées, alone, la nuit
Le Moulin Rouge, I feel guilty
Et le soleil est plus brûlant que les oiseaux
Et dans le ciel, I miss you so
A souvenir, a rendezvous
Des fleurs, des fleurs, des fleurs for you
Je, tu le manque, sans toi I can't
Et sous la pluie, I feel sorry
Je suis perdu, here without you
And I'm crazy, seul à Paris
I remember, jolie demoiselle
The last summer, comme tu étais belle
I remember, nous, la Tour Eiffel
So beautiful with your sac Chanel
L'amour à la française
C'est que je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
I give you a rendezvous
Refrain..

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Need to destroy - THC

i step out of my skin
you wouldn't know me now
couldn't you go away?
shouldn't i?
leave me the hard part
it's all i want
i need

i won't be your soft one
i won't be encircled
you might become something i need

and you must not
must not get closer
couldn't I go away
with the dust of your words in my mouth?

don't show me your weakness
i can't rely on you to know my soul
don't show me your weakness
i might become something you need
something you need
something you need to destroy

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

[William Ernest Henley]