Jean-Jacques Goldman
I fear the night when you are not there
This little hereafter
I fear the silence after the voices
This cold so cold
I fear the streets, the day and the people
And the solitude just as much
I pray not to be noticed
I believe you, you I believe
The rain, the lightenings and the black cats
Life freezes me of terror
Suddenly I jump while meeting a simple mirror
But am I afraid of myself?
I fear promises and pledges
Shouts, seducing words
I'm wary of myself so often
But of you, no, you I believe
The rain, the lightenings and the black cats
Life freezes me of terror
Suddenly I jump while meeting a simple mirror
But am I afraid of myself?
I fear the saints, the bad and the good
I fear the world and its laws
When everything anguishes me, when everything turns off
I'm hearing your voice
I believe you, you
You, I believe you
Me, I believe you
I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe you
...
I'm hearing your voice
You, you, you, you, you
I believe you, me
Jean-Jacques Goldman/J. Kapler
A street people passing by, people like we see them
Just a flow, a group, without a face, without a voice
How a strange today, something, but what?
Disobey, disobey
A street like others and the time is suspended
A stain, an error and suddenly you understand
Incredible carlessness, strange, indecent
Zora smiles, Zora smiles, Zora smiles
Zora smiles, at the sidewalks, at the cars, at the people passing by
To racket, to walls, to bad weather
To her bare face under the wind
To her legs which dance while walking
To everything we take for granted
She goes on and blesses every moment
Sentences on the walls, crooked looks
Sometimes a few insults, she doesn't care
She gives smiles away, she receives just as much
Zora smiles, in a cheeky way
Zora smiles, in an insolent way
Zora smiles for herself, she smiles to be there
But she smiles for those, those who are there
For those women, her sisters who no longer know how to smile
Then, heart filled with tears, life filled with tears
Zora smiles, Zora smiles, Zora smiles
Jean-Jacques Goldman
We don't change
We simply put other's costumes on ourselves
We don't change
A jacket simply hides a little of what we see
We do not grow
We simply get a little taller, no more
The time of a dream, of a little dream
And touch them with the finger
But we don't forget
The child that stays, almost naked
The moments of the innocence
When we didn't know
We don't change
We get faces and poses of combat
We don't change
We reply to each other, we believe
That we do choices
But if you scratch there
Very close to the apperance, shivers
A little one who looks like us
We know he is there
We hear it sometimes
Its insolent old tune
Which insists and repeats itself
Oh, don't leave me
We never forget
We always have a move
Qui trahit who we are
A prince, a valet
Under the crown a look
An arrogance, a trait
Of a prince, of a valet
I know that very well
I copied images
And dreams I had
All those thousands dreams
But so close to me
A small thin girl
Walks in Charlemagne, worried
And whispers to me
We don't change, we simply put on
Costumes from others and that's it
We don't change, we only hide
A moment of ourselves
A little girl
Ungrateful and alone walks
And dreams in the snows
Forgetting the cold
If I paint her
She disappears a little
Just long enough to watch me doing
And make fun of me
A little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
A very little girl
Jean-Jacques Goldman
And when we will have done the tour of our projects
When we will learn to love our failures and our regrets
When we will be to open our souvenir books
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will always sing
When our children's dreams will become our hopes
When their love grieves will be ours and our suffering
When our looks will be enough, when our steps will be the same
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will always sing
We say those things, we forget sometimes, when we dream
Or when we are drunk
I will tell you them 100,000 times, and it helps me so much to live
When our pasts, when all those days will be our true wealth
When I will know all about your gifts, when I will know their weaknesses
When love will have other tastes than passion, desire
I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will always sing
And I will love you, I will love you, I will love you like on the first day
I will sing, I will love you, I will sing, I will always sing
I will always sing
Baby
I will sing, I will love you, I will sing, I will always sing
Erick Benzi
Earth,
I spent too much time on the road
Hoping for the faint traces you scattered
Earth,
If you knew how much I missed you
Those days without compass, I often prayed him
Earth,
What are doing lovers who meet again?
What should I wear tonight?
A part of perfume, alcohol or blues?
Earth,
Soft words shaking and nesting everywhere
Silences that tell much, eyelids against cheeks
No matter what the game
I get what I want
Haul up the blue flag
Because tonight I touched
Earth,
Sanctuary land, on your velvet skin
Slide the again and the always
Earth,
Promised land, birds remember
Of our bodies in flapping flags loving each other
Earth,
Land of fire, without any emergency exit
And our red embers burn in their turn
Earth,
Forgotten the sea of taboo dreams
And the seconds pass by a little faster every day
Earth,
Well anchored to the ground of your charms
I left the stars to guide my arms to your neck
And your accomplice eye
Has carved on my back
Never again, never afraid of anything
Because tonight I touched
Earth,
Sanctuary land, on your velvet skin
Curved like the end of the day
Earth,
Burned land to the language of desire
Dance from the sky
Caresses, sharing and sighs
Earth,
Foreign land, but so close at the same time
It's here I want to die now
Earth,
Santuary land, love land
Earth,
Wild land, promised land
Earth, Earth, Earth
Tonight I touched Earth
Earth, promised land
Birds remember
Earth, Earth, Earth
Earth, Earth, Earth
Jean-Jacques Goldman
While waiting his steps, I put music on mute, very low
Too bad, we don't know, in case he'd ring
If I would not hear it that time
While waiting his steps that morning
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will chose
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nights along the roads
While waiting his arms I draw flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
And I take care of myself, red on my lips, on my cheeks
So he will not see
When too pale sometimes, he should certainly not
Surpise me like this
There is some fresh water and some wine
I don't know which he will chose
I don't know if he is blond, if he is brown
I don't know if he is tall or not
But when hearing his voice, I will know
That all his words, all will be for me
While waiting the nice weather of his arms
I'm always thinking about this moment, oh when we will recognize each other
I will tell him it was very long, no, I will certainly not tell him
While waiting his steps, I'm living, I'm dreaming and I'm breathing for that
While waiting just a meaning to all that
A night? A morning? A Winter, a dawn
A Spring he will chose
Nothing, I know nothing of it, I put on some lights
Nights along the roads
While waiting his arms I'm drawing flowers on doors
He will like that
While waiting a meaning to all that, to all that
Erick Benzi
Falling are the leaves
To days, shorter
Which retain
My body and my voice
I wanted to tell you
That I love you
Cocoon that is waking up
To the only perfumes
I'm waiting for
Deep in my dreams
Often
When my eyes light up
For a long time
On your white promises
Without seeing the trap
Dancing
Short lasting butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisonner of the wires of your secrets
Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry out her colors
To the fire of your desires
So high is my fever
From you, so soft
My prince
I lost the words
I would like to tell you
How much I love you
All seem so beautiful
From the top of your shoulders
Or I imagine myself
Sometimes
Poor chrysalis
Drinking
The honey of your words
To open itself
And leave the ground
Short lasting butterfly
With wings of glass
Prisonner of the wires of your secrets
Butterfly hoping
For just a little light
To dry out her colors
To the fire of your desires
Jean-Jacques Goldman
The autumn Sun, indulgent
The naked skins offer themselves to warm winds
Out there, the tempos appear
Beating to the slow rhythm of time
The abandonning, everything can be learned
Caresses from warm draughts waves
The soft sand, beautiful and tender lover
Out there the infinite dances
Confuse ourselves and love loves life
The abandoning, it's learned, the nature initiates here
We already know these moments
The Sun has prepared that
The abandoning very small
The islands initiate into love here
We already know those rhythms
The fires from below, this lascive state
The warmth and the wind
Oh very slowly my island teaches me
To the men rhum tenders arms
The laugh to the women, to the girls, laughters
The velvet nights here
The same ones in Panama, even in Cuba
Love is hungry of you, and vice-versa
From body to body, loving soldiers
The pleasure in those hot combats
Everything here: the water, the climate
Everything is desire, we don't escape them
The abandoning, everything can be learned
In the dances and the children's play
We already know these moments
The Sun has prepared that
The abandoning very small
The islands initiate into love here
We already know those rhythms
The fires from below, this lascive state
The warmth and the wind
Oh very slowly my island teaches me
We already know these moments
The Sun has prepared that
The abandoning very small
The islands initiate into love here
We already know those rhythms
The fires from below, this lascive state
The warmth and the wind
Oh very slowly my island teaches me
One step from you, one step from me
The pelvises glue and move very low
Everything can be learned, the abandoning
I go where you go and even beyond
All by your side, the night with no rules
So the instant lifts us up and basta
The moment this moment, nothing exists anymore
Important that is
We already know these moments
The Sun has prepared that
The warmth and the wind
Oh very slowly my island teaches me
Jean-Jacques Goldman
Far, far, that was sure
Like an huge hungry, an animal instinct
Oh, leaving, leaving and go farther
Abandoning everything, leaving everything, to meet up a destiny
Bye bye, but I have to leave
Goodbye tender years, hi battle zones
And smelling, oh smelling and letting the dogs free
There are too many trains passing by, this train is mine
And too bad for me, and too bad for us
I could have stayed where the wheel turns, where everything is soft
Me I didn't have the choice, it was hitting everywhere
The world is at your door and is making fun of the locks
Rendez-vous in another world or in another life
When the nights will be longer longer than my nights
And dying, dying, but of living and of desire
Rendez-vous when I will have eaten my appetites
Handsome, handsome from bottom up
I would like to eat up his skin I would like to drink his words
But too late, or gof, or way too late
That was the good story but not the good tempo
Bye bye, I have to leave
A cross over his lips and my life falls apart
And giving to ourselves and suffer and falling from high
And goind down and going down on the tile
And too bad for me, and too bad for him
I could wait for him here, nothing is forgotten everything is gray
But I didn't have any choice, it was hitting too
The world is at your door and you thank him
Rendez-vous in another world or in another life
When the nights will be longer longer than my nights
An dying, oh dying, but of living and of desires
Rendez-vous when I will have eaten all my appetites
Rendez-vous in another world or in another life
Another chance, a second and too bad for this one
And laughing enough to die, but laughing today
Rendez-vous somewhere between elsewhere and the infinity
Rendez-vous when I will have eaten my appetites
Rendez-vous somewhere between elsewhere and the infinity
The world is at your door and you thank him
Rendez-vous in another world or in another life
Another chance, a second one and too bad for this one
And laughing enough to die, but laughing today
Ticket for a meeting, date for paradise
And laughing enough to die but laughing today
To the pleasure to later and later is so cute
Jean-Jacques Goldman
On the boarding footbridges
Coaches or first classes, back or front
We bring the luggage, from quays on board
We fill in the hold with steel, with swear words
Only waiting for a sign, from a captain one word
From cabins to kitchens
On the same boat
A finger of champagne, a toast to the departure
In all the holds, the penal section and the hours of shifts
Society receptions, waltzes or tangos
To shadows, to sorrow, a bad alcohol
While waiting for the ports of call, Athens or Macau
Under the same stars
On the same boat
Under the fire of the machines, sailor suffers
Near the swimming pool, the pretties and the handsomes
From engine rooms, from jewel living rooms
Here the sweat, the biggest luxury upstairs
But comes a storm, a wave higher than the others
All the souls are worried
On the same boat
When the stars take part of it on the huge ocean
When everything becomes so fragile to the elements
No rank no class, no jail workers no handsomes
Everyone the same distress
On the same boat, on the same boat
On the same, on the same boat
On the same boat
Jean-Jacques Goldman
"I woke up this morning baby,
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
"With all the soul that I can"
The blues like I learned it
"I woke up this morning baby"
But that morning, I understood.
The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
"His baby's far away"
I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn't sentences you throw in the air
"I woke up this morning baby"
But this morning you're really cold
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
"Oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
"I woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
Jean-Jacques Goldman
I dream of her face, I decline her body
And I imagine him living in my decor
I would have so much to tell him if I had known how to talk to him
How can I make him read my thoughts?
But how do the others who succeed all the time?
Tell me my arrors, my dreams too
I would offer my soul, my heart and all my time
But even if I give it all, all is not enough
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
If we would change things a bit, only by loving giving away
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
I would do a dream of this world, an eternity
I have blood in my dreams, a dried petal
When tears are gnawing at me that others shed
Life isn't waterproof, my island is under the wind
Doors let shouts come in even when shutting them off
In a garden the child, on a balcony flowers
My peaceful life where I can ear every heart beating
When the clouds are getting darker, sign of bad times
Which weapons reply to the countries of our fears?
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
If we would change things a bit, only by loving giving away
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
I would do a dream of this world, an eternity
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
If we could change things and start all over
If loving each other was enough, if loving was enough
We would make a world of this drean
If loving was enough
