Text [...] Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Male singer & accordion.
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé, On va r'prendre les tranchées, Notre place est si utile Que sans nous on prend la pile. Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez, Personn' ne veut plus marcher, Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot On dit adieu aux civ'lots. Même sans tambour, même sans trompette, On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête. Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour, Adieu toutes les femmes. C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours, De cette guerre infâme. C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau, Qu'on doit laisser sa peau Car nous sommes tous condamnés Nous sommes les sacrifiés !Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance, Pourtant on a l'espérance Que ce soir viendra la r'lève Que nous attendons sans trêve. Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence, On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance, C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied, Qui vient pour nous remplacer. Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
English translation : Craonne Song When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches, Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians, Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads. Good-bye to life, good-bye to love, Good-bye to all you women, It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die. We're the ones that they're sacrificing A week in the trenches, a week of suffering, And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer Who's coming to take over from us. Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying. Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers Are going to go on strike. It'll be your turn, fat cats, To go up onto the plateau. And if you want war, Then pay for it with your own skins. On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch All the fat cats whooping it up For them life is good But for us it's not the same Instead of hiding, all these shirkers Would do better by going up to the trenches To defend what they have, because we have nothing All of us poor wretches All our comrades are buried there Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here
Text [...] French song. Pop rock. Uplifting, catchy & sentimental. Male singer & rock band.
C’est la guerre autour de nous mon amourallez avoue, allez avoue avoue, que ça te fait du bien que ça te fait plaisir qu’on fait ça pour rien juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir. et tout et tout et toujours tout puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où plus de romantisme Plus rien comme appui puisque que c’est parti c’est la guerre autour de nous mon amour soudés sous les treillis aux abris sous la tonnelle de fusils
J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures attendant qu’elles fleurissent je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où On a condamné l’ouverture on voulait voir, éclore le bout du tunnel de l’aventure j’ai creusé des tranchées sous ta bouche pas douée pour les baisers je te reconnais dans cette trêve qui te va si bien drapée dans l’étendard défendant au glaive ton petit bout de territoire mon petit bout de terrain, mon petit bout de terrain J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures attendant qu’elles fleurissent je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où On est vivant mon amour on est des géants le reste ne vaut rien c’est la guerre autour de nous. et c’est repartis mon amour les camouflets dissimulés enseveli, dévasté, par les assauts répétés on est vivant mon amour on est des géants c’est la guerre autour de nous. avoue que ça te fait du bien
qu’on fait ça pour rien
juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir Pour se faire rougir. English translation : IT'S WAR AROUND US MY LOVE
It's war around us my love
Own up, Own up it does you good, you like it
we do it to make us roar, to make us blush and all and everything and always
since it's gone, I do not know where, no more romance Nothing to lean on since it's gone it's war around us my love
Bound under shelters trellises under the rifles
I planted narcissi in your chapped lips waiting for them to bloom
I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face
since it's gone, I do not know where
We have condemned the opening we wanted to see,the light at the end of the tunnel, of the adventure I dug trenches under your mouth, not great for kisses I recognize you in this truce which suits you so well
draped in the banner, defending with your sword your little piece of territory
my little piece of land, my little piece of land
I planted narcissi in your chapped lips waiting for them to bloom
I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face
since it's gone, I do not know where
We are alive my love and we are giants
the rest is worthless, it's war around us and it's gone my love, hidden insults buried, devastated, by repeated assaults
We are alive my love and we are giants
the rest is worthless, it's war around us Own up, Own up it does you good, you like it
Text [...] Pop song / Motown. Catchy, bouncy & determined. Female singer, bass, brass hits & rhythm. Guitar [...]
Hanging out, we’re in another fightI just want you to turn up and walkHide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed It is so sad that after all those years No one tries to stop the fights and the fears Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it! Flaming love, hatred’s above I just want you to give me more Hide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed It is so sad that after all those years No one tries to stop the fights and the fears Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it!
Text [...] Rock ballad / slow rock. Sentimental, dreamy & dreamy. Electric guitar, male singer & rhythm.
Fallin' here like a slaughtered deer it takes a long time to ride Before i left all my guns and my girl behind I was wandering around in fear? All this rain looks like it's always fallAll my friends fallin' like shooting starsAll my friends in the dead of the night Wooo Ooo ooo refrain All this rain it's like it's always always fall All my friends falling like shooting stars All my friends in the dead of... the dead of the nightWooo ooo ooo : refrain
Text [...] Pop song / cinematic. Uplifting, tragic & powerful. Female singer, synth, cinematic orchestra [...]
Were
you caught
in regressionIn the past lives that you livedThat made you cut your wings downThat made you wrapped in silk
Was it the sun
or the beachesThat made you wanna runA little light inside your veins That made you come undone I swear this is the last timeI let you touch my skinYeah this is the last timeSay you never coming back I'm lying in your bedsheetsAirplanes in the skyI swear this is the last timeCross my heart and hope to die Were you thinking 'bout tomorrow, In the moment that you seek Cause you're driven by your own thirstAnd the longing makes you weak Soon the fragments of your loverIs a picture that you paintAnd you're hooked on all the colorsBut you don't feel anything
Text [...] Stoner rock. Catchy, psyche & powerful. Rock band with male singer.
Face it, there's no one aroundWe can't make a sound, let's cancelSheep laugh at the wolves at the doorRoaming the floor in circlesI'm done playing a partFaking a start, a miracleWe're gone starting a fightCall it a night and cancelLost plane confusing clouds with thefoamGhost train finally taking me homeFake it, we're getting alongRunning around in circlesName it, you're calling the shotI'll stick to my spot, all verticalWe're told everything's under controlBut I'm cold, finally here on a rollFace it, there's no one aroundWe can't make a sound, let's cancelNo more slamming the doorDying to score and night callsWe're told everything's under controlBut I'm cold, finally here on a rollLost plane confusing clouds with the foamGhost train finally taking me home
Text [...] Post-punk revival / electro pop with a 80's vibe. Nervous, dark & implacable. Intro with bass, [...]
I’ve seen the crowd goes wildWhose side are you onCause you‘re holdin’ me downMy blood runs on the ground Give your leaders each a gunI am a coward nowCause you’re holdin’ me down
Instrumental alternate. Post-punk revival / electro pop with a 80's vibe. Instrumental. Energetic, [...]Instrumental alternate. Post-punk revival / electro pop with a 80's vibe. Instrumental. Energetic, steady & classy. Electric guitar & rhythm.
Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by [...]Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by powerful beats, wailing guitars. Tense and spooky melodies weave together hypnotically. Eerie bridge builds with military drums and vocal harmonies to rousing sections with dramatic, edgy guitars. Dark and gothic heavy rock with a heroic feel.
Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, powerful beats are joined by suspenseful male and female vocals. [...]Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, powerful beats are joined by suspenseful male and female vocals. Dark and gothic rock with a heroic feel. Stripped back underscore version.
Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by [...]Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by wailing guitars and atmospheric, suspenseful male and female vocals. Tense and spooky melodies weave together hypnotically. Dark and gothic cue with a heroic feel. Stripped back underscore version.
Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by [...]Determined, brooding, epic. Haunting, modulating synth atmospheres and skittering FX are joined by powerful beats, wailing guitars and atmospheric, suspenseful male and female vocals. Tense and spooky melodies weave together hypnotically. Dark and gothic heavy rock with a heroic feel.
Text [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern electronic beats, cool [...]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like... And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain.... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone... No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone... I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn... Full
disclosure
at
beginning
Trying to
make
you
bring
that
foxhole
closer So I
could
duck
[or
dive]
in
it
and
bust
from
it
Like
good
soldiers
wasn't
long
before
I
reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific
The combat just seemed addictive
As
hard
as
we
fight
the
relief efforts
are
more extensive If you ever hear "I-ran" she
was
water boarding my henchman. I'm
at
attention
Salute I
commander
she
chiefing
all
about
face
was
we
beefing?
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Text [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Alternative clean edit. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern [...]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?
Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Text [...] Patriotic & determined. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
Notre mer est désertée Nuit et jour elle bruit Dans son étendue funeste Tant de maux sont engloutis Frères, courage ! J'indique la route Au mât qui s'enfle sous le vent Et l'esquif aux ailes rapides Glisse sur l'eau allègrement. Les nuages parcourent le ciel, La mer noircit, le vent tempête, La tornade vient: nous lutterons, Face à elle nous tiendrons tête. Frères, courage ! La nuée gronde, Et les eaux vont bouillonnant, L'âpre lame se fait plus haute Et l'abîme se creuse d'autant! Au delà de la bourrasque Un pays béni attend, Où le ciel n'est jamais noir, Le silence toujours présent. Mais n'abordent à cette terre Que les hommes au cœur vaillant! Frères, courage! Battu de vent, Droit et ferme mon mât se dresse.
Text [...] Patriotic & determined. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
En première ligne du front,Il se tenait un pistolet dans la main,Dans l'autre un harmonica.Et Ulysse donnait de la force à tout le monde,Il chantait des chansons joyeuses,Nous racontait avec émotionComment l'embrassait Tania.Ulysse Griffman chantait la guerre et l'amour,Sur son cheval il s'est jeté sur l'ennemi,C'était une nuit sans étoiles,Ils lui ont tiré dans la poitrine.Ulysse Griffman est mort, mais ne sois pas triste,Ne soit pas triste, chante seulement pour lui,Pour la Russie, pour la victoire, pour nous.Je mourrai alors le sourire aux lèvres.
Text [...] Solemn & patriotic. Male choir & brass.
Nous sommes nés sur la Terre de nos pèresNous sommes faits de nombreuses couleurs.Notre but est grand. La paix sur la Terre.Les étoiles seront les témoins de notre succèsDe l’est à l’ouest, du nord au sudVibrent les peuples enchainés.Lève-toi, humanité, les étoiles nous regardent,Et demain nous atteindrons leur splendeur.Lève toi, humanité, L’Histoire nous regardeEt demain, construisons un nouveau Monde de la poussière.Notre Terre, Notre Mère. Soyez en dignes.N’oubliez pas que nous mourrons,Que la vie n’est que poussière redevenant poussière.Nos enfant dépendent de nos choix,Unissez vous si vous pensezQue notre combat est juste.
Text [...] Solemn & lyrical. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
Entre l’ancien et le nouveau monde Se tient un pont inébranlable. Notre bataillon a traversé la rivière Mais mon cheval et moi nous sommes perdus. Sur la berge il y avait un fort brouillard, On ne voyait rien nulle part. Quelques maisons brûlaient encore Jusqu’au pont il n’y avait que la mort Et sur les bords du chemin, des femmes se tenaient. Un vent blanc a emporté leurs fils dans le brouillard. Cours mon cheval, cours plus vite Sinon nous disparaitrons Comme ces garçons Dans le brouillard de l’ancien monde. Mon cœur s’est percé Quand mon cheval s’est envolé Noir de jais, cheval contre le vent blanc gelé. Je suis de nouveau seul Ulysse Grifmann a surgit du brouillard Il arriva sur un cheval rouge, il me dit «tiens bon l’ami» En avant mes amis, nous avons encore du travail sur les champs Derrière Ulysse, je ne crains aucune brume Hourra Hourra Hourra !
Text [...] Solemn & patriotic. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
En avant, camarades, en avant!Vers la victoire, marchons ensemble!Viendra le temps du combat mortel, viendra le temps.En avant, camarades, en avant!Nous ne cèderons pas une once de notre terre à l’ennemi.En avant, pour notre terre, pour notre patrie.En avant, camarades, en avant! Pour notre terre,En avant, pour notre patrie. En avant! Pour la sainte Russie, pour notre peuple,En avant!Viendra le temps du combat mortel, viendra le temps.En avant, camarades, vers la victoire, en avant! Marchons ensemble! Viendra le temps glorieux de la victoire, viendra le temps!
Text [...] Soft & moving. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
Adieu, mon ami UlysseSans vous, le monde est amer,La Guerre nous a estropiéEt ton trirème s’en vaJusqu'à la fin du tempsVa le navire,Par la rivière et la mer, vers la mémoire,Dans cet empire d'acier,Ils n’ont pas besoin de bateaux,Seulement d’acier, de plus de vitesseIls ont oublié leurs rêves,Ils aimeraient éteindre le soleil,De leurs hautes idées,J’allume une nouvelle étoiles,Pour que tu ne meures pas en vain.Trouveras tu le chemin du retourA la fin de ton voyage?Par la rivière et la mer, dans la mémoire.
Text [...] Patriotic & solemn. Male choir & symphony orchestra.
Nous aimons notre patrie, Sainte Russie, mère nourricière. L’or de tes champs et ton immensité sont chers à notre âme.S’il faut périr pour te sauver, nous sommes prêts à te servir, Sainte Russie, mère nourricière. Nous saurons préserver ce bonheur, quelles que soient les épreuves ou les ennemis, Sainte Russie, mère patrie
Text [...] Nocturnal & sensual. Progression. Fender Rhodes, strings, male singer, brass @ 1'25 & rhythm.
the race is on the race is on will we ever find a way to peaceful days,now war is on All funds and credits releasedAll funds and credits releasedAll funds releasedAnd process is running so fast Arm race is onThe arm race is on