Contemporary French poems translated into Hebrew by Nechama Krems

I recently came across a number of French songs, from the past few years, that touched my heart.
In my opinion, they reached a high standard in terms of the quality of the lyrics and the harmony of the melody.

My first acquaintance with theFrench culture , began in the late 3s, when we lived, as a young family, in Brussels for XNUMX years. During that time, I was exposed to all the great singers of the XNUMXs and XNUMXs, whom we knew in our youth – such as – Gilbert Beau, Adamo, Christophe and more.

For about 10 months, since the beginning of the Corona period, I have joined Dr. Nofar Israel's group, French is poetry. Who holds classes on Zoom, with the topic being the French language and French culture.

Twice a week we learn songs from the last 70-60 years. We get to know relatively new songs, with young performers, no less talented than the singers of the previous generation.

I choose poems with a high sensitivity to human issues, which deal without clichés and with real and incisive statements, at the heart of the problems that concern the French, us, and the society of which we are a part. Also as a painter, I like to illuminate human situations, and give them two-dimensional expression on the canvas…

Enjoy!

French songs translated into Hebrew

Phone call with mom / Renan Los

Talking on the phone with mom,
Listens a lot and lies a little,
That's not the noise of a lighter you hear,
I haven't dared to touch cigarettes for months.
Of course, I bought tickets in advance,
I will visit in the summer, you have nothing to worry about.

Talking calmly to mom on the phone,
Yes, the sweater with the square pattern,
The one I'm wearing right now,
It looks beautiful to me, like new.
It's clear that I have success with the girls,
When you knit for me, it makes me happy…

Talking on the phone with mom,
Feeling fourteen years old, not a year older,
Talking on the phone with mom,
Half she's lying and half I'm digging...
I am very happy that you are coming out to meet
Her, she's a little bold, but there's nothing to fear.
Yes, it's good to have someone to spend time with,
Of course I'm happy that you're having a good night.

Talking to her son on the phone,
As if he's ten years old, and she's a mother who takes care of him.
We feel so safe with mom,
She has a bandage for every open wound.
You can see clearly through things,
That every problem and crack they cover and heal,
I know very well, when I will need you,
I'll have the sweater, and the hug too.

Talking on the phone with mom,
Half she's bluffing and half I'm digging,
Don't worry, I'm not bored at all,
She sleeps well at night and doesn't wake up.
Of course, I don't turn on the TV,
And I'll open an attachment in a minute.
When talking to mom on the phone,
It is not clear who the parents are here.

Talking on the phone with mom,
Half she talks, half I lie.
No, there's no noise in the back here,
I left the vulgar girl, she won't come back.
I have a lot of friends, more than enough,
Of course, only you are the woman of my life.

Talking on the phone with mom, hugging,
And asks himself how he can disconnect.
I feel very safe with my mother,
She has a bandage for every open wound.
You can see clearly through things,
That every problem and crack they cover and heal.

But guess who will show up on the doorstep this summer?
Your little granddaughter is attached…

But I Love You – Camille Lellouche & Grand Corp Malade (Mais Je t'aime – Grand Corp Malade & Camille Lellouche)

This song is considered the best French love song of 2020.

Don't say too much,
Don't be stubborn, don't ask too much,
You know, what doesn't feel good to me,
Between us – the connection that has already cracked,
Without me – don't hold on so tight,
In doubt – don't hold on so tight,
If possible, please don't let me leave,
When I depend on you, I will give you everything, so try to understand, I am you-
Love, love, love, love, love, love,
Love – as strongly as possible,
Love – whatever you ask for.

They told me – wait, look, love is a great fire that shines,
It ignites and heats, stings the eye and cracks,
She sends hundreds of fireflies into the sky as high as possible,
It illuminates and you see the world differently – and it's over.
We went about the game of love from the first strong spark,
We had some difficult moments, the house absorbed everything and we were worn out.
We loved each other the most in the world,
These flames burned, we went crazy because of them.
That's what fire does...

Love, love, love, love, love, love,
Love – the strongest there is,
Love – whatever you ask for.

I approach our fire, and my sweat is bitter,
The yellow and blue flames dance, it's the passion that burns,
Why is it that when love is strong, we are easily hurt and broken?
Nothing will be easy, even if we are connected.
Love you like fire, love like gold,
Loving and worried, loving you deeply,
Love you crooked, love you like two,
It's dangerous, but – I love you twice as much.
So true, it breaks my heart,
It's heavy on me, swaying and loving,
Of course it eats me up,
I love you so much, and it's bad for me.

If I stay here with you,
Can I continue dancing in your hands?
I don't expect anything from you,
Receiving strength and love, without you I cannot,
If you get hurt, it's not your fault,
My wounds from yesterday are hard to bear most of the time,
If my words are harsh,
So I'm not worth it,
Not worth it..
Love, love, love, love, love, love,
Love – the strongest there is,
Love – whatever you ask for.

Where are you, Papaoutai -Sromae. Papaoutai -Sromae

Tell me where you come from,
So that I know where I'm going,
Mom says if I look for you well, Dad,
I'm sure I'll find it, so what does it matter?
She says you're never very far away,
And that you often go to work.
Mom says, work every hour,
Better than hanging out in bad company.
not like this?

Where is your father?
Tell me, where is your father?
Even if you don't talk to him,
He knows it's not good for you...
So dad, really,
Tell me where you're hiding,
I can't do that much anymore,
Don't sleep at night..

Where are you, father, where are you?…

Whether we believe it or not,
The day will come when we will believe in this more,
We will all be fathers,
May they disappear forever, leaving ruins.

Will we be terrible?
Will we be admired?
Maybe fathers or geniuses?
Who gives life to those who do not live?

Well, tell us,
How a baby is made – everyone knows that,
But how does a father do it – no one in the whole world.

Sir, I know everything, it's inherited,
But I can't find an answer, it's so difficult.
Tell us where it is hidden and concealed,
Can't stand it anymore,
This is so unnecessary.

Where is your father?
Tell me, where is your father?
Even if you don't talk to him,
He knows it's not good for you...
So dad, really,
Tell me where you're hiding,
I can't do that much anymore,
Don't sleep at night..

Where are you, Dad, where are you? …

Where are you happiness? – Christophe Mae. Ou est tu le Bonheur- Chrisophe Mae

Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?
Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?

I made love, I made life,
I thought I would be happy.
I wrote songs, I had children,
As best as possible.

I made a face, I made myself,
Doing what we can,
I celebrated like an idiot, optimistic,
And these are just words, but…

In the evening without a friend, who calls or visits,
On a weekend or a holiday, so miserable alone.
Drowns the sorrow, and it re-floats,
It will be better tomorrow, I will sing out loud and not whisper.

Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?
Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?
Yes, it is the name of happiness, yes, it is the name
Yes, he is the name of happiness. Yes, he is here.

I loved women, I made a mess,
But happiness is not here yet.
Like a clown wandering the street,
It doesn't get any better.

I did good and bad,
We do what we can,
Crazy laughter and madness,
Think it's great...but...

Shabbat evenings and holidays, smiles spread,
Protect the children, life is cruel.
The empty chairs, sad at the table,
I sing to the stars, that it will be good now and here.

Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?…

He is just a candle of happiness, he is just a candle,
If you laugh too hard, it will break,
And the fire will not burn anymore.
The whole world wants personal happiness,
But no, he doesn't make noise, he's quiet,
It's crazy happiness, yes yes, it's like that,
We only know he was there after he left.

Where has it gone, where is it, happiness?...

All Happiness – Sensimilia

I wish you, my child, with all my heart,
All the happiness in the world forever,
You will confidently consider your path,
And there will always be someone who will lend you a hand.

I wish you all the happiness in the world,
For today, every moment and for tomorrow too,
May your sun brighten your shadow,
May you shine with love, and your soul will be illuminated.

The future is entirely yours,
Only fate determines whether we live or die,
Fly to tomorrow with wings spread,
Without harm, cut through the sky.
Take care of yourself, my wise children,
We will no longer be by your side like in the first step.

Your whole life is spread out before you,
To realize dreams, to seize the moments,
The freedom to do whatever you choose,
Will lead you to be happy tomorrow.

The world we leave to you,
It looks unsafe, and not so pleasant,
But I promise we did our best,
I believe in you, we will always love you!

Just move forward – Ridsa Avancer – Ridsa

I wandered the streets, I didn't know my way,
Without a penny in his pocket, this is Mr. Fate,
White nights, black soul,
There is no one to trust, the family has fallen apart.

Mom tries to hide her tears,
Closed in her own world, she has no air.
Sorry I left, only with what was mine,
I didn't steal anything, this is all I have.
All I have…

And the passing time does not erase the memories,
With you by my side, I want a life to build.
Stay by my side, I can't do without your image,
Reflected in the mirror, with your laughter and beauty.

Just moving forward, really finding myself,
Don't turn back, start over.
I admit,
I abandoned you,
And I hurt you,
And can't overcome.
I abandoned you and hurt you,
Just thinking, not talking.

I didn't have time to watch what was coming next,
Without life experience, dealing with problems.
I decided to cut, I didn't tell you anything,
Without anger or regret, it ended peacefully.

I took everything upon myself, I was left behind,
Just a few memories and a gray portrait.
I built myself on my own, without help from anyone,
And today what I have is mine,
I didn't steal anything, this is all I have.
All I have…

Taking a Child – Yves Dutilleux
Prendre un enfant - Yves Dutei

https://youtu.be/gptrrfP6Gfc

Take your child by the hand,
And give him confidence in his step,
To tomorrow show him the way,
And treat him like a king.

Hold your child's hand,
Feel it pulsating within you,
He wiped his tears with love and joy,
Hold your child's hand.

Take your child with all your heart,
Remove all sadness and pain from him,
Without modesty, carefully, without speaking,
Take it to heart, like a friend.

Hold your child's hand,
But for the first time, without embarrassment,
Shed a tear wrapped in joy,
Hold it tightly to your body.

Take your child by the hand,
And sing him a nice lullaby,
So that he can fall asleep at the end of the day,
Take it with love, into the dream.

Take your child as he comes,
Heal his pain with great love,
To live his life day by day,
Until he suddenly holds a child's hand.

The road is long, but it's really worth it,
When you see him taking a child with love.

The Sorrow of Life – Barbara
The Evil of Living – Barbara

He doesn't announce when he's coming,
He comes from afar,
dragged from bank to bank unexpectedly,
A gloomy face without laughter.
Then one morning when you wake up,
It's almost nothing,
But it's there, it puts you to sleep,
Kicked to the kidneys.

The sorrow of life, the sorrow of life
You have to live, it's worth living.

Let it hang on your shoulder,
Like a flower to pin on your lapel,
Like a jewel to wear on the wrist,
Or on the chest, literally.
This is not misery without enough,
This is not a war, or a holocaust,
But these are the tears in my eyes,
When the day dies, when the day comes.

The sorrow of life, the sorrow of life
You have to live, it's worth living.

If you are from London or America,
If you are from Rome or Beijing,
If you are from Egypt or Africa,
Or from the San Martin Gate,
We all pray the same prayer,
We all walk the same path,
How long is the walk for him,
When the pain inside leads us.

They really tried to understand and be kind,
Their speech is true and honest,
But we don't want to listen to them,
We can't, we can't anymore.
Alone in the silence,
In the night that never ends,
They are with us in memory, in thought,
Those who did not return, and are not.

The sorrow of life, the sorrow of life.
You have to live, it's worth living.

Without warning, it arrives,
He comes from afar,
Traveling from bank to bank unexpectedly,
With an expression of laughter.

Then one morning when you wake up,
It's almost imperceptible,
But it's here and it's amazing,
A wonderful, new feeling.

The joy of life
The joy of life,
Come celebrate her,
The joy of life.

Elle était si jolie – Alain Barriere
She was so beautiful – Ellen Breyer

She was so beautiful that...
I didn't dare to love,
She was so beautiful that...
She never stopped thinking.
She was too beautiful,
Gone with the wind,
נMalta With joy,
That's what the spirit told me.

She is really too beautiful,
And you, everyone knows,
You won't be able to love her,
Forever, never.
Yes, but she left,
It's stupid but it exists,
She was so beautiful,
I will never forget her.

Now it is autumn,
And I cry a lot,
Now it is autumn,
Waiting for spring.
The leaves of the park are pleasant,
In the evil spirit,
Her dress among the trees,
Then she disappeared.

She was so beautiful that...
I didn't dare to love,
She was so beautiful that...
She never stopped thinking.
She was too beautiful,
When the wind took her,
She was so beautiful,
I will never forget her.

Talk to me, love – Lucien Boyer
Parlez moi D'Amour – Lucien Boyer

Talk to me, love,
Say soft words to me.
They surround me with peace,
And my heart melts easily.
And if words are good,
They will be for me in the future too,
I love you always.

You have wisdom,
To know that I don't believe in words.
Still, it's important to me,
Listen to things over and over again.

Your voice is warm and caressing,
The tremor passes through me and envelops me,
I just want to keep listening,
Even though it's hard for me to believe...

Talk to me, love,
Say soft words to me.
They surround me with peace,
And my heart melts easily.
And if words are good,
They will be for me in the future too,
I love you always.

My love, it's true,
You are insanely sweet,
Life is a little bitter sometimes,
If you don't believe in fairy tales.

The sorrow quickly subsides,
The kiss comforts easily,
The wound heals in the heart,
When a promise heals the pain.

Talk to me, love,
Say soft words to me.
They surround me with peace,
And my heart melts easily.
And if words are good,
They will be for me in the future too,
I love you always.

La Maladie d'Amour – Michel Sardou
Love Sickness – Michel Sardo

She is there, she is there,
Love sickness,
Hurts everyone's heart,
From childhood to old age.

She is like poetry,
A river in a storm,
A union so pure,
Light hair, gray hair.

She makes you sing,
And forever be amazing.
Throughout life,
Because of it, people sometimes suffer.

She makes you cry,
To cry out in the dark, not to be silent,
But the most painful thing,
When the disease is cured in the heart.

She is there, she is there…

Surprising innocent young people,
In the garden, hand in hand, travelers,
She looks into his eyes with hope,
He promises her love…

It hits like a storm,
When a beautiful girl passes by,
He will never forget,
The perfume that was smelled and disappeared.

Roadside Hotel – Serge Reggiani
Hotel de Voyageurs – Serge Reggiani

On the chair, a dress
Red,
Autumn trees in a cozy window
In silence,
The setting of the movie Life,
Like the drama we play,
The color on your body appears,
A new day dawns upon your face,
Watching you sleep softly,
How beautiful you are, gentleness.
With you, who no longer wants to be with me,
Feeling like an enemy, you, who were mine.

Roadside hotel,
Room One Hundred
Thirteen,
And from the window
The garden asked,
We hear the same melody.
Roadside hotel,
She spoke.
And laughed,
And love is like the paint on the wall,
Faded and erased.

The wind blows into the room.
bee,
Want you, so sure,
Back to.
Who in the room left words,
No tenderness, no togetherness, just sounds.
Like in the movie The Lovers Appear,
In a wheat field they move,
It's strange to see them,
We are like dolls,
When I asked you not to leave,
May you always be by my side.

Roadside hotel,
Room One Hundred
Thirteen,
And from the window
The garden asked,
We hear the same melody.
Roadside hotel,
She spoke.
And laughed,
It's the end of the vacation,
She is already indifferent to me.

She is there, she is there…

It's raining on Brest, non-stop,
Just like the rain stopped then.
But it's not the same, everything is destroyed,
This is a shower of miserable and terrible grief,
It's not the same storm anymore,
of iron, steel and blood,
This is just a thick blanket,
who decay like dogs,
Dogs that disappear,
Along the water at Brest,
Going to rot far away,
Very far from Brest,
From which nothing remains.

La Parisienne - Marie-Paule Belle
The Parisian – Marie-Paule Bell

When I arrived in the big city,
I wanted to be a femme fatale.
I didn't drink alcohol, I didn't take drugs,
I didn't suffer because of your complex,
Too normal, I was really pissed off.
I'm not Parisian at all,
It's annoying, it's a shame,
I'm not like everyone else,
So alone in the world,
No strangeness to show,
This makes me cry…

Nobody cares,
This is really a comparison,
I am not vegan,
Not even a vegetarian,
I have no training in karate,
What embarrassment and boredom,
I don't watch movies,
Oh, so obscure,
I don't believe in feminism,
Feeling so guilty.

Pretty soon I met a group of young people,
Who spent the nights and days in the same bed,
Since I am without complexes, without drugs and alcohol,
They were really shocked, how could anyone live like this?

I'm not a cheap nymphomaniac,
This is not an easy crime,
I am not a transvestite,
It's acutely harmful to me.
I don't like to suffer,
It exists, I'm not imagining it.

So that I have a successful future,
I'll go to the doctor, maybe he'll take care of it.
I don't have a split personality,
It definitely bothers me.
I'm not hysterical, that's clear,
It's getting complicated, really serious.
I am desperate, if I may say so,
I have no deviations, nothing.
I have no deviations, I have no deviations,

But yes, the doctor told me while he was getting dressed,
It's really encouraging what happened here,
Although you don't have a complex, and you don't touch drugs and alcohol,
But you have an obsession with sex, unequivocally and in a big way..

Since then I have been fashionable,
Wandering aimlessly,
In beds in the heart of the city,
It's wonderful, it's rare.
I belong to high society,
It comes fast and it's wonderful.
I surrender myself with longing,
While practicing yoga.
I watch a lot of horror movies,
Very proud, very proud.

While you squeeze my hand tightly
To the neighbor, to the neighbor, who lives here next door,
Who knows me well, for a long time,
I ran and ran, I don't know where.

My libido is in my mind,
Flirting on the bike with pleasure,
Now that I'm Parisian,
Overdoing it with work, workaholic,
I know the distress,
The fear and anxiety,
And ecology seems to be,
With her brother, she's the next thing.

Far from infections, far from infections,
Far from infections,
Sheep exhaust, sheep exhaust, sheep exhaust.

The Strongest is Dad! – Linda LeMay (song from the 90s)
Le Plus fort c'est mon père – Lynda Lemay

Mom, how did you do it?
How did you know in advance,
Whether it's hot or cold,
Dad always stays with you.
Were you sure, did you know in advance,
The tears and difficulties, is that how you imagined them?
What did you do, Mom, to find the right guy?
How did you know him and know who to love,
Is there only one in this century?
That you sleep in bed with him.

How did you find a loving man,
A man who is not afraid,
With you wholeheartedly,
Promises and does not tremble…
I said so a long time ago,
In the following clear manner,
Lucky girl, mother, you are,
The strongest is dad!

Mom, how can it be,
That I have done everything in life,
With lovers in abundance,
With such a large selection…
I have not yet found a man as perfect as him,
May I have a friend, father and husband forever..
Mom, how did it turn out?
That you opened your heart to him,
Without running away,
You have the best and love,
Are there any magical words?
Without paying attention, they were said…

Explain to me what I'm supposed to say?
How did you find a loving man,
With you wholeheartedly
Promises and does not tremble…
I said so a long time ago,
In the following clear manner,
You are a lucky mother,
The strongest is dad!

And when it seems like I'm falling in love,
They change their gaze,
And if I commit,
They are not interested in me…
If I'm talking about the future,
They turn to the next matter,
There's a reason I'm saying this-
The strongest is dad.

I didn't say a word to you – Vincent Ladrem.
I didn't even tell you.
Vincent Lederm

Even though there was heavy traffic on the road,
And we also drank quarts of beer from the keg –
I didn't say a word to you.

Even though there was sirens everywhere,
And around us were the same routine things-
I didn't say a word to you.

It's wise that I waited until you left,
To write you a letter on my bed,
That with you life was the best for me.
In my entire life.

Even though there was a newspaper on the table,
Who said, that living to the age of one hundred is possible.
I didn't say a word to you.

Even though there were two hundred thousand people demonstrating,
For the sake of employment and spring to return,
I didn't say a word to you,

It's wise that I waited until you left,
To tell you on the phone, two and a half hours,
That with you life was the best for me.
In my entire life.

Even though there was heavy traffic on the road,
And we also drank quarts of beer from the keg –
I didn't say a word to you.

Those Who Dream – Pom
Apple – Those who dream

My white nights are not white, barely bright,
Sprinkled with stars.
Like small holes in an opaque cloth,
A scarf decorated with stones.

And I am enchanted by the darkness,
Countless hours pass,
Sheep of a funeral writer,
They decorate my annual wanderings.

Ah, midnight on the clock,
Ah, I can't sleep.

When you sleep less, you think more,
When you think more, you don't forget at all,
A dead end, and a huge space closing in,
They are usually in my bed.
This silence is unbelievable,
Cosmic boredom in every corner,
Is it time to turn to science?
To relieve my insomnia.

Ah, midnight on the clock,
Ah, I can't sleep.

So after midnight I dance,
With an increased heart rate,
Everything is drifting and I am swaying,
Everything pushes me away, moves away from me…

The moon is like a fruit that is a little rotten,
Life is a disease,
Those who dream are very lucky,
And others have insomnia.

Those who dream are very lucky,
And others have insomnia,
Those who dream are very lucky,
And I have insomnia.

Ah, midnight on the clock,
Ah, I can't sleep...
Unable to sleep,
Can't sleep….

Without You – Pom
Without You – Pomme

I got off at the station,
Early, the city is still sleeping,
Without you.
I didn't understand back then.
My life has begun, something is moving..
Witch, I have lost myself,
Like a poisonous snake biting an apple,
Without you.
Without you.

I need to get used to it, it weighs on my shoulders,
Like a giant bulldozer, it grips my waist,
Without you.
Without you.

The night is falling again.
Don't cry, don't be afraid.
I will find refuge in another's bosom,
Just protect me.
One kiss is enough,
And never see me again.
Without you, ah...

Tomorrow will be the same.
My whole heart is closing.
Without you.
The city is quiet and that's a shame,
I can no longer conquer her,
Without you.
Since then she has only written war songs,
Killing you with words and melody,
Without you,
Without you.

I don't care about the beer, I don't care about anything,
One last drink, alone at the bar.
Without you,
Without you.
The night is falling again.
Don't cry, don't be afraid,
I will find refuge in another's bosom.
Just protect me.
One kiss is enough,
And never see me again.
Without you, ah.

Sequoia trees – Pom
Apple
The Sequoias

As I walked among the redwoods,
I breathed once, completely, to saturation.
Thousands of prayers to the spirit from me were sent,
To save from all the pain and sorrow that existed.

Before the water in the river dries up,
Before, when nothing remains,
I want to walk through the trees,
Hear, the sequoia is being sung.

To draw closer to the silence and to my unheard voice,
To dwell within me for the first time,
I kept the secrets to the wind in silence,
Merging in my body with my blood and soul.

Before the trees are cut down,
Before life is lost.
I want to cross the path again,
Hear the redwoods crying.

As I passed through the redwood path,
I breathed once, completely, to saturation.

In Youth – Linda Lemma
Dans mon jeune temps – Linda Lemay

In youth, as the old people say,
I thought Mom was out of business.
Before I grew up, I was very young,
I didn't agree to be told what to do.
Since I was little, and during my teenage years,
I didn't want to grow up too fast.
Not to be serious, not to talk about money,
I was happy then, I didn't want anything more.

In my youth I thought that love,
It is forever, given without return.
I didn't do anything important.
Like saying I love you, to your parents.
I ran away from everyone when I was little,
Who bent down to give me a kiss.
And when, alas, they managed to kiss me,
I wiped it off immediately, with an angry face.

In my youth, when I was immersed,
In a comic book that captivated me,
I forgot everything around me,
All my toys, my dogs,
Also the nice new wallpaper,
Which I chose all by myself,
This, which father tried very hard to paste,
It was difficult for him to stand on the stool.

In my youth, I didn't notice,
How much effort did you put into making me happy,
I thought there was only happiness, without any pain,
Which can be easily taken from him.
which is in a large plate,
that God has prepared for us,
I really didn't understand when I was young,
How much did everything we ate cost?

In my youth, when my grandmother,
She told the same story many times,
Then she suddenly remembered her grandfather,
And her eyes became so sad.
When I was young I didn't understand at all,
What does the word melancholy mean?
I thought there were such words in space,
To decorate the language, to increase its beauty.

When I was young, I was sure that life
They are very long. And here I am, growing up,
Now I'm missing weeks and days,
It's not at all like what I thought.
I'm starting to talk like an old woman.
When tears sparkle in my eyes.
I cry about my career and marriage,
And everything I haven't been able to do in life.

There is a beautiful and colorful new wallpaper
In little Mary Helen's room,
Just because she announced on Monday,
That old wallpaper is no longer in fashion.
In my youth I didn't think
It is necessary and appropriate to say thank you,
Sorry I didn't make it.
To thank my wonderful father.

In youth, as the old people say,
I thought mom was out of business,
Every time I left the house,
Be careful, she asked, and I didn't listen.
And now, I do the same thing,
With sweet Mary Helen and Rose,
Kissing them non-stop,
Even if they get angry and then wipe it off.

I am traveling – Luan
I Want – Louane

I am driving my parents,
I love you endlessly,
You will be alone tonight,
exclusive.
I just want to fly,
Don't run away, fly away,
It burns in my body,
Fly, fly.

She gave me a look,
Mom is worried, not calm,
She seems to feel,
She heard my heart, she was afraid…
I said I was fine,
There's not much to think about,
She made an indifferent face,
Dad smiled, but in his heart, he felt...
Can't go back anymore,
I will not go back,
Another stop to the beach,
And the ocean at the end.

I am driving my parents,
I love you endlessly,
You will be alone tonight,
exclusive.
I just want to fly,
Don't run away, fly away,
It burns in my body,
Fly, fly.

I ask on my way,
Do my parents suspect me of,
My tears are flowing,
The desire to move forward, the promises.
Just believe in my life,
What was promised to me without enough,
Where, why and how,
In a moving train car,
Every minute.
How strange this cage is,
That blocks my chest,
I have no more air,
It stops me from singing.

I'm driving my parents...

La la la…

A few words about the author

Nechama Krems is an architect and painter. Her paintings can be found atThis site.