Burlesque & quirky military march. Bandstand with trumpet, woodwind ...Burlesque & quirky military march. Bandstand with trumpet, woodwind & military drums.
Frightening but funny & old-fashionned. The Dead Speak! Piano with ...Frightening but funny & old-fashionned. The Dead Speak! Piano with small instrumental ensemble.
단어 ... French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. ...French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. Female singer, acoustic guitar, electric keyboard & string section.
Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
Dans les vagues de Biarritz disparaît le fracas du monde Pas un jour pas un solstice sans l’écume qui vagabonde Au fond des âmes brûle un sésame C’est le présent qui s’enflamme
Dans les mots que tu me glisses : des secondes suspendues Faudrait il que j’abolisse le temps qui passe et les vertus Je laisse fuir les âmes d’artistes, les sentiments hédonistes…
Dans les rides de tes yeux, les minutes ralentissent Dans tes gestes voluptueux se dessinent les délices
Ici et maintenant, Dans la douceur Que donne le souffle du temps Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte, Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
English translation :
HERE AND NOW
Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
In the waves of Biarritz, disappears the turmoil of the world Not a day, not a solstice without the foam that roams Deep in the soul burns a sesame It's the present that ignites it.
In the words you whispered: suspended seconds Should I abolish the passage of time and the virtues I let the souls of artists flee, the hedonistic feelings ...
In the wrinkles of your eyes, the minutes slow down In your voluptuous gestures we see the delight Here and now, In the sweetness
Which time breathes Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
Anticipating & pulsing intro. Positive & inspirational theme with a ...Anticipating & pulsing intro. Positive & inspirational theme with a spirit of togetherness & achievement. Building up to a glorious climax.
Alternate without percussion. Anticipating & pulsing intro. Positive ...Alternate without percussion. Anticipating & pulsing intro. Positive & inspirational theme with a spirit of togetherness & achievement. Building up to a glorious climax.
Alternate without choir. Anticipating pulsing intro. Positive & ...Alternate without choir. Anticipating pulsing intro. Positive & inspirational theme with a spirit of togetherness & achievement. Building up to a glorious climax.
Warm & graceful first part with piano. Building up with staccato ...Warm & graceful first part with piano. Building up with staccato strings @ 1'20. Triumphant & majestic finale with cinematic percussion & choir @ 1'56.
Alternate without percussion. Warm & graceful first part with piano. ...Alternate without percussion. Warm & graceful first part with piano. Building up with staccato strings @ 1'20. Triumphant & majestic finale with choir @ 1'56.
Alternate without choir. Warm & graceful first part with piano. ...Alternate without choir. Warm & graceful first part with piano. Building up with staccato strings @ 1'20. Triumphant & majestic finale with choir @ 1'56.
단어 ... 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
단어 ... Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female ...Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.
ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi
ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour Qui ne durera pas toujours
ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments
English translation :
PARIS ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers
unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. ...Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
단어 ... Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & ...Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an ...Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an orchestral backdrop. Increasing intensity and cinematic crescendo.
Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an ...Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an orchestral backdrop. Increasing intensity and cinematic crescendo.
Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an ...Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an orchestral backdrop. Increasing intensity and cinematic crescendo.
Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an ...Dramatic female voice accompanied by piano and flute against an orchestral backdrop. Increasing intensity and cinematic crescendo.