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I spend the night,
Yeah, looking for my insides in the Hotel room,
Waiting for you.
We're gonna make it tonight,
Yeah, somthing in the air tells me the Time is right,
So we'd better get on.
And dj, play a song for the lovers, Tonight.
Please, play a song for the lovers, Tonight.

Et tous les bons faire les feux de joie
Et tous partout crier mont joie !
Et dresser tables parmi carrefours
Apporter vins, rôtis, pâtés de fours
Accolant l’un l’autre par bonne amour
Chanter, danser, criant jusqu’au jour

Buvons !

The Verve Pipe – Colorful

Show is over close the story book
Will be no encore
All the random hands that I have shook
Well they're reaching for the door
I watch their backs as they leave single file
You stood stubborn, cheering all the while

Le trône de gloire immortalisé
Dans la forêt du songe
Clairière sans pitié

Nef plantureuse d'arbres d'Hécate
Baigne le vin divin
Ivre du beau rôdeur

I wander lonely streets behind where the old tames does flow
And in every face I meet reminds me of what I have run from

In every man, in every hand, in every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men I hope you too will understand

I've got to tell you my tale of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand these feelings should not be in the man

I want all of you
I want all of you
From your feet up to your mouth
Every inch of north and south
I'll keep calling you
I'll keep calling you
Won't you listen to me say
Don't you ever go away

Terre des aurores et fête du feu
Le bouffon maudit annonce le jeu
Mascarade et danse lubrique
Le « piétineur » déclenche la musique.

Les porteurs de masques lancent le bal
Destriers et serfs dans le cérémonial
Silènes ivres et ménades lubriques

Oeil à la lueur de pierre, par l’éclat du rocher puissant
Deuil de l’indolente terre, que sonne le glas, que tonne le sang
Bras à l’insolente danse, lapide donc cet art funèbre
Les doigts sont serpents, la peau s’émeut bois de ténèbres
Les yeux de la forêt s’éveillent dans la magie
Les arbres de leurs mains entonnent avec furie
Doux refrains menés par la sève nue
Danceries hautaines fustigées de vertu.

I'm trying to keep my feet on the ground.
I'm getting to like this feeling I've found.
I'm getting to love
The thought of having you around.
And I will never let you down.

Your friends were all well-meaning
When they said, no one is good enough for you.

Ode aux lointains souverains
Sommets pourvus de subtiles éminences

Pierres de si somptueuse consistance
Princesse de l'éveil guettant les confins

Abîmes louvoyés d'immanentes féeries
Ondée luisante jaillissant de nulle part

One day maybe we will dance again
Under fiery skies
One day maybe you will love again
Love that never dies

One day maybe you will see the land
Touch skin with sand
You've been swimming in the lonely sea

When I was young and knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken
Sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice no...

I can't be held responsible
Cause she was touching her face