Pomme - On brûlera (en direct: Sofar Paris)
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Pomme - On brûlera (en direct: Sofar Paris)
My favourite song from one of my favourite French female singer : song writer.
Here’s a translation (not mine) :
I love people who doubt
Who care too much about
Their little swinging heart
Those who speak for themselves
and contradict themselves
and without backing out
I love people who fear
That we may think out here
They're judging or they're snide
I love the ones that cruise
midway inside their shoes
and midway by their side
I love their little melody
As stupid as they're thought to be
I love those panicking
Those who’re not straight-thinking
Who are behind the times
Those making with their chain,
To spare us from our strain
cute sounds of little chimes
Those who will have no shame
At the end of the game
For being looser’s hearts
For having failed to say:
"don’t take the best away
and keep the worse appart"
I love their little melody
As stupid as they're thought to be
I love those who won’t dare
Consider things as theirs
Let alone girls and guys
Those who are happily
Just windows, merely
For all the children's eyes
Whose pennons are untwined
Whose souls are colorblind
Ignoring all the hues
Those letting, foolishly
Ungrateful History
Deprive them of their dues
I love their little melody
As stupid as they're thought to be
I love people who doubt
but who could live without
being bugged, from time to time
And never being downed
When showing all around
Their falls in springing time
Let’s tell them that the soul
Makes much more beautiful
Flames than those mournful bums
And thank them fervently
say, shout immediately:
"Thank you for living, chums
thanks for those tender cuts
and never mind your butts
They did the best they could.
Source : https://lyricstranslate.com)