(Instrumental) I. L'isolement II. L'appel III. La rencontre IV. L'union V. Le grand bal
Vertaling: Jacques Brel. Lied zonder woorden.
J'aurais aime ma belle T'ecrire une chanson Sur cette melodie Rencontree une nuit J'aurais aime ma belle Rien qu'au point d'Alencon T'ecrire un long poeme
J'aurais aime ma belle T'ecrire une chanson Sur cette melodie Rencontree une nuit J'aurais aime ma belle Rien qu'au point d'Alencon T'ecrire un long
est grande ouverte... Les mots sont hors-la-loi mais l'emotion est la, un asile de verre, leger, haut dans les airs... (Merci a Mu James pour cettes paroles
Some can write a sonnet to describe in silvery words The rising and the setting of the sun Some can paint a picture in shades of vibrant color It almost
I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street An out of work court jester with nowhere
Word iz bond, word iz bond Word iz bond, word iz bond On and on, word iz bond Word iz bond, word iz bond On and on, word iz bond Word iz bond, word iz
You told me you loved me You told me you cared You told me you needed me But I guess those were words Without meaning You said I could trust in you You
So you look for authenticity But I can see what is botherin' me Kind you want from long way back in time It's been disposable since eighty nine I never
We look up, silently Without quite music My face four days old You look newborn There's fear in your frown, like mine No distance away Noticing your hand
Without a word of warning my life has begun Without a word of warning two hearts beat as one From out of nowhere you came to me A breeze passed by whispering
I hear those vioces repeating themselves with words I've heard before They're trying hard to break me down while they are reaching out for more I feel
in the wordless chamber they feared death desperately thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth craving dispersion as if to avoid knowing why in
It's too late for me but buddy, not for you Listen close and I'll tell you what you gotta do Don't believe her lies or fall for her alibis Without a word
If the people would lead, the leaders will follow. Its an old cliché, that seems hard to swallow. One person makes a difference, most people think
(l.stansfield/i.devaney/a.morris) Now you leave me grounded, without a word to say Once when I was bounded by you, I seemed to do thing my way Now I'
Packing vagabond visions and a dream drenched hunger for a home Swaddled in road dirt, blood stained blankets and poems On a stormy suitcase Sunday, I