Snow turns to rain. Snow melts. Then, everything is washed away by the rain. Paths flooded and water flows into streams and rivers, traveling down to one big breathing ocean…
Only memories of bright crystals of snow and ice remains…rain, rain, pouring rain we need.
Amazing ZAZ …who can make rain fall:) From the fleeting snow country, returned to the “black & white” of city-life:
Éblouie par la nuit à coups de lumières mortelles.
À frôler les bagnoles, les yeux comme des têtes d’épingles.
J’t’ai attendu cent ans dans les rues en noir et blanc
Tu es venu en sifflant
Éblouie par la nuit à coups de lumières mortelles.
À shooter les canettes, aussi paumée qu’un navire.
Si j’en ai perdu la tête, j’t’ai aimé et même pire
Tu es venu en sifflant
Éblouie par la nuit à coups de lumières mortelles.
Faut-il aimer la vie ou la regarder juste passer?
De nos nuits de fumettes, il ne reste presque rien
Que des cendres au matin.
À ce métro rempli de vertiges de la vie
À la prochaine station, petit européen,
Mets ta main, descend-la au-dessous de mon cœur.
Éblouie par la nuit à coups de lumières mortelles.
Un dernier tour de piste avec la mort au bout.
J’t’ai attendu cent ans dans les rues en noir et blanc,
Tu es venu en sifflant
Blinded, no,
DAZZLED by the Night
Dazzled by the night’s mortal lights
With cars driving close by me and my pupils thin as pins
I waited for you 100 years long in the black-and-white streets
You came over, whistlingDazzled by the night’s mortal lights
Kicking the cans on the ground, as lost as a ship
If I lost my mind, I loved you and even worse
You came over, whistlingDazzled by the night’s mortal lights
Will you love life at last, or just watch it pass by?
There’s almost nothing left of our nights of smoking
But your ashes in the morningAt this subway station, full of life and dizziness
At the next stop, called Petit Européen
Run your hand all the way down my chestDazzled by the night’s mortal lights
A last lap, stretching out my hand
I waited for you 100 years long in the black-and-white streets
You came over, whistling
Heart Wrenching?****************************************************************************
California needs rain… more rain. California desperately needs … RAIN.
So much in need of rain, it’s heart-wrenching?
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Why is THIS video so heart wrenching? Because …
Why does he walk away? My ideal imagery would have been at the end, he would have reached out, held her hand and both looked up to the sky as rain kept on showering OR
he come around the bench and hugs her or sinks his head in her lap as she sang on like a mad woman that she is… ha ha ha – is that too sentimental and Hollywood? Always looking for happy endings –
that’s the yogi in me looking for more joy and connections, even on rainy days and nights. Whereas this is a bit of … a feel of abandonment. Forgot – this is French.
oh oui…
A culture gap.
