Tu es la
Tu es comme dans mes rêves de soi
Perdu dans les fantaisies des nuits
Plus que jamais je n'ai pensé de cette vie
Oui mes rêves sont plus forts que ça

Mettent ta joie dans la femme de ta jeunesse
C'est la maladie, maladie de fou
C'est l'enfaible qui ce marie par amour
Maladie, maladie de fou

Tout les nuits tu es comme ça
Je suis la proie dans tes bras
Est-ce qu'il y a une vie si je reste ici
L'amour est nu mais masqué
C'est ok ça je le sais
Tant de fois tu m'as dit c'est une autre vie
C'est l'enfaible qui ce marie par amour
Maladie, maladie de fou

Vive la Fête - Maladie d'un Fou in Nuit Blanche

Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Let’s forget who forget what forget where
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride being stripped bare
Let’s pretend we don’t exist
Let’s pretend we’re in Antartica
Let’s have bizarre celebrations
Lets forget when forget what forget how
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
We’ll play Tristan and Izolde but make sure I see white sails
Maybe I’ll never die I’ll just keep growing younger with you
And you’ll grow younger too
now it seems too lovely to be true but I know the best things always do
let’s pretend we don’t exist
let’s pretend we’re in Antartica

 

 

Get hot
Get too close to the flame
Wild open space
Talk like an open book
Sign me up
Got no time to take a picture
I'll remember someday
All the chances we took

We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all this is gone
Who would you rather be
The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?
Oh seriously
You're gonna make mistakes you're young
Come on baby play me something,
Like here comes the sun

Don't go
Stay with the all unknown
Stay away from the hooks
All the chances we took

We're so close to something better left unknown
We're so close to something better left unknown

I can feel it in my bones
Gimme sympathy
After all this is gone
Who would you rather be
The Beatles or The Rolling Stones?
Oh seriously
You're gonna make mistakes you're young
Come on baby play me something,
Like here comes the sun 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gimme Symphaty in Fantasies -- Metric

Random Tanka

Karamatsu no hayashi wo sugi te
Karamatsu wo shimi jimi to mite
Karamatsu ha sabishi kari keri
Tabyuuki ha sabishii kari
keri

Quando caminho pelo bosque de pinheiros
Observo os pinheiros e me comovo
Os pinheiros são tristes e solitários
Partir
é triste e solitário






Não, não é meu. Quem dera. Mas a tradução é.




Eu gosto de pinheiros. Gosto de cheiro, gosto do tato.
Pinheiro gosta de frio.

Eu gosto de frio.
Frio te parece limpo?
A mim parece.

Limpo?
ou Morto?

Acho o frio bem vivo.
Mas paciente.