Romantic, passionate & charming bolero in a flamenco spirit. Spanish ...Romantic, passionate & charming bolero in a flamenco spirit. Spanish Guitar & Latin percussion.
Refined, patient & pathetic flamenco in a serrana aesthetic. ...Refined, patient & pathetic flamenco in a serrana aesthetic. Characteristic style of the Ronda region in Andalusia. Spanish Guitar & cajon.
Viennese waltz. Light, old-fashionned & punctuated in the spirit of ...Viennese waltz. Light, old-fashionned & punctuated in the spirit of the late 19th century & early 20th century. Woodwinds, French horns, harp & string orchestra at 1'06. Austrian saloon music.
Somber & depressing. Constant percussion with cold textures. Piano @ ...Somber & depressing. Constant percussion with cold textures. Piano @ 0'56 in a dramatic & sad spirit. Resilient conclusion. Suggested for social drama, thriller, crime & legends.
Old-fashioned waltz in the style of a carousel music. Light, elegant ...Old-fashioned waltz in the style of a carousel music. Light, elegant & tender. Solo piano. Suggested for children, clowns & parisian scene.
Modern flamenco in a jazz-world mood based on a 12/8 buleria rhythm. ...Modern flamenco in a jazz-world mood based on a 12/8 buleria rhythm. Virtuoso, fiery & nervous. Flamenco guitar, pizzicato & bowed double-bass. Lead bowed double-bass improvisation @ 2'47.
Dreamy, old-fashionned & nostalgic French waltz. Melodica like an ...Dreamy, old-fashionned & nostalgic French waltz. Melodica like an accordion, piano & bass clarinet.
단어 ... French love song in a groovy mood. Determined & jazzy. Male & woman ...French love song in a groovy mood. Determined & jazzy. Male & woman voices, sequencing, Fender Rhodes & rhythm.
Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Dans un champ des fruits murs Sur une plage deux beaux seins Et sur l’eau un mat’lot Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde
Dans ma rue des bobos Refont l’monde, dans l’ métro Des clodos de not’ monde Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Sous les ors du palais Il fait bon, il fait frais,
On sourit à not’ monde Une loi, bonne loi Est votée donnant l’droit D’interdire notre monde Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde C’est la joie et tant pisSi le monde s’rétrécit Aux heureux de ce monde
Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde Au dehors sur la mer, Dans l’désert on est pris On périt entre soi Comme des chiens Hop hop va le monde Hop hop hop notre monde
In a field of ripe fruitsOn a beach two beautiful breasts And on the water a sailor
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
In my street the young bourgeois Are changing the world In the metro the trumps of our world
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
In the splendour of the palace It feels fine, it’s cool We can smile at our world A law a good law Is voted giving us the right To prohibit our world What joy! and too badIf the world is getting narrower For these lucky people
Hop hop goes the world Hop hop hop our world
They are far away, they are nothing Their black hands scratches the sky
단어 ... French song. Atmospheric & disturbing. Spoken male voice, percussion, ...French song. Atmospheric & disturbing. Spoken male voice, percussion, duduk & pads.
Tes mots sont froids Ton corps meurtri Ton âme vive. Tes cris frappaient L'indifférence de la nuit sourde, Ils se perdaient Dans ta douleur Anéantis.
À chaque coup Tu t'enlisais Dans un abîme
Où ton corps nu N'existait plus Que pour l'infâme. Le feu odieux De tes entrailles
Était le cœur De ton silence.
Et tu rêvais
Aux jours dorés
De ton enfance Émerveillée, Quand la caresse D'une main douce Et maternelle Effleurait tendre Ta chevelure
Ma sœur Ton cœur est mort Ton âme vive Tes mots sont froids, Et tu respires La corp d'albâtre De cet enfant Miroir brisé
De ta douleur Et de ton cœur
Ma sœur
MY SISTER
Your words are cold Your body wounding Your soul alive. Your cries strook The indifférence Of the deafness of the night They got lost In the pain annihilated
With every blow You sank Into an abyss Where your naked body Only existed For the infamous
And you were dreaming Of the golden days Of your wondrous childhood When the caress Of a soft and maternal hand Tenderly brushed against Your hair
My sister Your heart is dead Your soul alive Your words are cold And you breath in
The alabaster body Of this child The broken mirror Of your pain And of your heart
