Text ... Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female ...Song sung in French. Waltz. Paris 50's. romantic & tender. Female singer, accordion, flute, string ensemble & trumpet.
Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris. Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !
English translation :
MON PARADIS My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life
Text ... Canadian indie folk band. Melodica intro with piano. Soft male voice ...Canadian indie folk band. Melodica intro with piano. Soft male voice singing bitter-sweet, intimate & sentimental lyrics. Suggested for indie film, family drama & rurality.
Baby I think something’s wrong
We’re living in the shadow of our future Well I’m just too fond of you
And the tidal waves they keep on Erasing our letters in the sand And the sailors won’t even know
Bring back the winter so we can write them in the snow Come on my lover, stay here, oh please don’t go
‘Cause I’m never free without you No I’m never free without you
Maybe we just don’t belong
You’re asking me to be somebody else Well I’m not as strong as you
And the tidal waves they keep on Collapsing our castles to the ground And the swimmers won’t even know
Bring back the winter so we can build them in the snow Come on my lover, stay here, oh please don’t go
‘Cause I’m always lost without you Yeah I’m always lost without you Without you
Delicate, restrained, likeable & tender. Break @ 0'54. Solo piano. ...Delicate, restrained, likeable & tender. Break @ 0'54. Solo piano. Suggested for family & children daytime TV & silent movie.
French, old-fashioned, precious & elegant style of the early 20th ...French, old-fashioned, precious & elegant style of the early 20th century. Cheerful @ 1'33. Solo piano. Suggested for historical documentary.
Text ... Nu folk / acoustic ballad. Delicate, sweet & sentimental. ...Nu folk / acoustic ballad. Delicate, sweet & sentimental. Introspective. Female singer, piano & acoustic guitar. Suggested for tenderness.
Take my hand and dance with me tonight
It's now or never, let's be young and reckless
Take my love and keep it in your heart
Juste a little space will be enough, as long as you don't forget
That all I want is you
Your eyes, your smile, your beautiful mind
I love all of you
Take these words, don't ever let them go
And if you do, I'll come back to you to say it once again
That all I want is you
Your eyes, your smile, your beautiful mind
I love all of you
Underscore. Nu folk / acoustic ballad. Delicate, sweet & sentimental. ...Underscore. Nu folk / acoustic ballad. Delicate, sweet & sentimental. Introspective. Piano & acoustic guitar. Suggested for tenderness.
Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a ...Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a old-fashionned spirit. Piano, celesta, harp, flute & strings. Parodic flonflon finale @ 1'17. Suggested for romantic comedy.
Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a ...Waltz. Peaceful, graceful, tender & bright like a music box in a old-fashionned spirit. Piano, celesta, harp, flute & strings.
A chaque fois que je t’attendsDans les rues sombres où file le vent A chaque fois, j’éprouve cette mélancolie A chaque fois que je surprends Dans tes carnets, nos regards fuyants Toutes ces fois où dansent nos évidences Sur la toile jaunie de nos souvenirs Un rire, une larme, les vagues de la mélancolie Sous le grand tilleul où s’amassent les feuilles J’attends… Peut-être qu’un jour… ? Tu seras de retour… (Parlé) Des volets bleus, une maison, Sur la jetée de Quiberon, Les jours heureux… Des nuées d’oiseaux migrateurs, Comme une résonnance de ton absence.
Peut-être un jour dans cette allée Reviendras-tu passer l’été ? Peut-être ici, demain, peut-être au mois de Mai ? Dans la lueur de tes nuits blanches Une caresse, une présence Comme une douce amère incertitude…
English translation :
PERHAPS ONE DAY Each time I wait for you In the dark streets where the wind blows Each time, I feel this melancholy Each time I catch In your notebooks, our fleeting looks All those times where our evidences dance On the yellowed canvas of our memories A laugh, a tear, waves of melancholy Under the big linden tree where leaves are piling up I'm waiting ... Perhaps one day ...? You will be back ...
(Spoken) Blue shutters, a house, On Quiberon quay, Happy Days… Flocks of migratory birds, Like a resonance of your absence.
Perhaps one day in this alleyway Will you come back for the summer? Perhaps here, tomorrow, Perhaps in the month of May? In the glow of your sleepless nights A caress, a presence Like a bitter sweet uncertainty ...
Text ... Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female ...Song sung in French. 30's. Jazzy, mischievous & loving. Male & female singer duet, piano, bassoon & rhythm.
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine
Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter
Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)
English translation : UN REFLET DE VOUS
Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter
Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China