Alors j'espère qu'un jour je pourrais faire l'amour
À une personne sincère qui n'me jouera pas d'tour
J'en ai vraiment assez de donner sans retour
J'suis saoulé d'm'aimer, moi sans l'âme-sœur, c'est lourd
Mais sachez tout de même que sur scène, grâce à vous
J'ai l'impression d'être loin de ce monde de fous
Car j'écris quand j'me plante
Et je ris quand je danse
Et je vis quand je chante
Et, pour tout ça, j'te dis merci
Mr/Mme - Loïc Nottet (x)
(approximative translation of the song under the cut)
Mr/Ms
Good evening, Sir, Madam, today, I'll tell you everyting
I prefer to address you familiarly 'cause I don't like formalities
I find that they age people and I want to stay young
A kid for life, without tissues nor screams
So, here we go, I'll tell you everyting about the drama that I'm living
Every day in hell, this is where I stand
I'd like to go away, escape far away from everything
From this crazy world, to go I don't know where
This world strangles me, crushes me and burns me
Destroys me, prevents me from living in my bubble
So I would like to leave, far from everything, just flee
Let me run far away, leaving this world to be banished
If God says suicide is a sin, then
Let him tell me how to go without hurting him
Let him turn me into what doctors call "insane"
And, then, maybe I'll see clear in this fog
So, dear Mr G, help me, love me
'Cause I can't make it in this world that I see
In this world of struggle where men are just brutes
Where love is nothing more than quarells and disputes
I'd like to write a world for myself, a planet just for me
A planet on which I would feel like myself
A chainless renewal, free from hatred
A planeton which you'd give me wings
A new universe where tears and sorrows
Would only be myths, just a fucking urban legend
So let me go away
Tell me how to run away
Enough questions asked, just let me be, I want to leave it all
The only thing that I like in your creation of Man
Is that he can dream every night, just like kids
Wether we're old, young, naughthy, nice or even ugly
We have the right to dream even with nothing in our pockets
As a beggar, I implore the evening, I beg for hope
But the night is stingy, Madam keeps her morphine
Because I didn't pay or, at least, not enough
Born of parents without wealth, she denies me the moon
Since, of course, in this world we can't live without these numbers
Which your children have turned into evil monsters
Every month, you earn some
Every day, you loose some
The bill is steep, I'm giving it back and leaving hell
It's true, I may be admitting I'm defeated, I admit it, I own up to it
Life's eating me up with a nasty taste of bitterness
So hear me scream, pour all of my guts out
In this song that recounts the life of pessimist idiot
I feel fucking lonely
No one to hold my hand
No one to share this fucking glory with
I walk alone on this hopeless path
I speed up but no one is waiting for me at the end
So, every night I drink, I get shit-faced
To forget that, in the end, succes gets you lonely
Few friends, no life, I'm trapped with no air
Lots of ennemies, no more nights out, God I need a guide
Some morons will say that I'm exagerating, that I'm making a fuss
But fuck those assholes 'cause I'm young and I'm struggling
In my head, it's chaos
Who turned the light off?
Mom I can't see clear anymore, I need some enlightenment
First comes happiness when you feed your heart
With true love that soothes your pains
You forget your misfortune but, in the end, it's just a decoy
In this jerks' generation, filled with liars
Once your heart is broken, no need to summon it
Loneliness barges in, it comes fast to find you
It doesn't wait for you to open the door. No! It comes in without knocking
Your blues are a snack for it to gobble up
So, who are you? Deep down, do you know?
'Cause I don't know who I am anymore, I'm lost
My ambition is great, hard to satisfy
My happiness holds a bitter flavor
So, Sir, Madam, I admit it, I'm miserable
And yet I'm living off my childhood dream
But I can't help it, there's always something missing
This and that, over there, always more, this is how I am
So I hope that someday I'll get to make love
to a sincere person who won't play tricks on me
I'm really fed up of giving without getting anything back
I'm sick and tired of loving myself, being without a soulmate is unbearable
But even so, know that on stage, thanks to you guys
I feel like I'm far away from this crazy world
'Cause I write when I mess up
And I laugh when I dance
And I live when I sing
And for all of that, I tell you: Thank you!
Born: October 24, 1996 (age 25 years), Antwerp, Belgium
Tamino-Amir Moharam Fouad, known mononymously as Tamino, is a Belgian singer, musician and model. He is of Belgian, Egyptian and Lebanese origin. He is the grandson of renowned Egyptian singer and movie star Muharram Fouad
VOGUE 2019
Images BY PAOLO ROVERSI - ITALIAN FASHION PHOTOGRAPHER
Published on June 5, 2019
Tamino continues to prove his fashion prowess after a Missoni campaign. The 22-year-old musician takes to the pages of Vogue Hommes Paris for a feature lensed by photographer Paolo Roversi. Looking after styling, Anastasia Barbieri dresses Tamino in a mix of spring-summer and fall-winter 2019 pieces. Front and center, Tamino dons brands such as Saint Laurent.
Related: Tamino Fronts Missoni’s Stunning Spring ’19 Campaign
Discussing his penchant for Ann Demeulemeester with the Vogue Hommes, Tamino explains, With Ann, I understood that a garment could be the extension of who you are, that comfort didn’t exclude the singularity of a look. He continues, Today, my creativity varies according to what I’m wearing. Connecting music to fashion, Tamino says, A fabric, a cut, an attitude can bring a melody to life. The correspondence between the two seems obvious to me.
Here are the wonderful new year wishes of Belgian singer Mister Jacques Brel on January 1, 1968 :
The mere fact of dreaming is already very important... I wish you an endless list of dreams, and the furious desire to make some of them come true.
I wish you to love what must be loved and to forget what must be forgotten.
I wish you passions, I wish you silences.
I wish you bird songs at dawn and chidren’s laughter.
I wish you to respect people’s differences, because the value and merit of each often remains to be discovered.
I wish you to refuse a stalemate, or the indifference and negative vertues of our time.
And I wish you never to renounce the search, adventure, life, love, because life is an incredible adventure and no reasonable human being must renounce it without putting up a tough fight.
I wish you most of all to be yourself, proud and happy, because happiness is our true destiny.
