Sync Different

Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,Cueillir la saveur de l’instant
Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde
Je me nourris du présent…

Dans les vagues de Biarritz disparaît le fracas du monde
Pas un jour pas un solstice sans l’écume qui vagabonde
Au fond des âmes brûle un sésame
C’est le présent qui s’enflamme

Dans les mots que tu me glisses
: des secondes suspendues
Faudrait il que j’abolisse le temps qui passe et les vertus
Je laisse fuir les âmes d’artistes, les sentiments hédonistes…

Dans les rides de tes yeux, les minutes ralentissent
Dans tes gestes voluptueux se dessinent les délices

Ici et maintenant, Dans la douceur
Que donne le souffle du temps
Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,
Cueillir la saveur de l’instant
Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde
Je me nourris du présent…



English translation :

HERE AND NOW

Here and now, that's all that matters
Pick the flavor of the moment
Here and now, every second
I feed on the present ...


In the waves of Biarritz,
disappears the
turmoil
of the world
Not a day,
not a solstice without the foam that roams
Deep in the
soul burns a
sesame
It's the present that ignites
it.

In the words you
whispered: suspended seconds
Should I abolish the passage of time and the virtues
I let the souls of artists flee, the hedonistic feelings ...

In the wrinkles of your eyes, the minutes slow down
In your voluptuous gestures
we see
the delight
Here and now, In the sweetness

Which time
breathes
Here and now, that's all that matters
Pick the flavor of the moment
Here and now, every second
I feed on the present ...

People blowing in the wind
With obsession and haste
Through the night lingering deeply
My lover is beneath the sky

When you have travelled the world, experienced feelings.
Your face has got dusty,when will you back?
Spring just passed,but winter will be coming.
After going through sorrow and joy, there is no youth

People blowing in the wind
With obsession and haste

There were no girls not wearing flowers
There were no boys not riding horses.
Girls with flowers waiting for the wedding.
Boys ride the horses to visit the girls’ families.

No flower will not fade
No horse will cross the bridge
Withered flowers are buried everywhere
The horse crossing the bridge does not turn back
When you sing my song.
My horse and I are tired.
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished
It's getting dark and the wine is almost finished