"Live à Bratislava". Montage Papillux
Les images et puis un plongeon instantané vers les seventies, cette voix et ce son merveilleux !
very very nice song, images and flash-back to the golden seventies with a wonderful voice and orchestra ...
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It's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
thoughts pave my
fate within still
no one speaks to me
my mind takes me
back to the years
that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see in the rain
don't pain
and it's so hard to believe
that what it is
it's the way that it has
to be
it's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
the night is my
friend and with him
I find sympathy
and so I'll go back to the years
that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see in the rain
don't pain
and it's so hard to believe
that what it is
it's the way that it has
to be
it's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
the night is my
friend and with him
I find sympathy
and he leaves me day,
leaves me hope
and a little dream, too
****
Il est cinq heures
Et j'erre dans les rues vides
Ma tête est remplie de pensées
Mais cela continue
Personne ne me parle
Mon esprit me ramène
Aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il est si dur de croire
Que c'est moi
Que je vois
A la fenêtre
Il est si dur de croire
Que tout cela
Doit ce produire de cette façon
Il est cinq heures
Et j'erre dans les rues vides
La nuit est mon amie
Et en elle
Je trouve la sympathie
Et je reviens alors aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il me donne, il me donne le jour
Me donne de l'espoir
Et un petit rêve aussi
Les images et puis un plongeon instantané vers les seventies, cette voix et ce son merveilleux !
very very nice song, images and flash-back to the golden seventies with a wonderful voice and orchestra ...
****
It's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
thoughts pave my
fate within still
no one speaks to me
my mind takes me
back to the years
that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see in the rain
don't pain
and it's so hard to believe
that what it is
it's the way that it has
to be
it's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
the night is my
friend and with him
I find sympathy
and so I'll go back to the years
that have passed me by
and it's so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see in the rain
don't pain
and it's so hard to believe
that what it is
it's the way that it has
to be
it's five o' clock and I walk
through the empty streets
the night is my
friend and with him
I find sympathy
and he leaves me day,
leaves me hope
and a little dream, too
****
Il est cinq heures
Et j'erre dans les rues vides
Ma tête est remplie de pensées
Mais cela continue
Personne ne me parle
Mon esprit me ramène
Aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il est si dur de croire
Que c'est moi
Que je vois
A la fenêtre
Il est si dur de croire
Que tout cela
Doit ce produire de cette façon
Il est cinq heures
Et j'erre dans les rues vides
La nuit est mon amie
Et en elle
Je trouve la sympathie
Et je reviens alors aux années que je n'ai pas vraiment vécues
Il me donne, il me donne le jour
Me donne de l'espoir
Et un petit rêve aussi
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