Anthony Perkins Canta Il N'y A Plus D'après, 1963

Our rendition of a classic Eastern European gypsy song (as sung in French by Vaya Con Dios).  Recorded live at the Catalina Jazz Club in Hollywood...

Featuring Endre Balogh on violin, Brad Brose on guitar, Jeff Lams on piano, Adam Cohen on bass, and Dave Tull on drums.

Je L'aime Je L'aime

u feel it

MOURIR D'AIMER CHARLES AZNAVOUR

Si L Amour Existe Encore

Edith Piaf - Un Homme Comme Les Autres

Coeur Volant (feat. Zaz)

Ballroom sway

Vous qui Passez sans me voir (SF 28)

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Fragile as my voice
As my life
I am what I think
I am
What I am

To infinity
I am weak in me

Every emotion that I receive
Takes me
And then one day goes

My life that runs away
Far out there

Far away from me
Wasting no time

Without informing me
Without debate

As the wind blowing
My arms

It's so disturbing
This is so fragile
Sometimes

I do not understand how
I do not understand why
But in my heart
I know it

I am
And one day it will be mine

Going well
Always more
Far out there

That's why I do not want to save me

Every moment
Each passing moment
Makes me realize

That life is so Fragile
We can not
What to enjoy

The taste
And even more
Revel in

Too many beings so dear
Have left
Without even being able to achieve
So

Without being able to have fun
Without being able to end their lives in peace

Between those disease
A buried
Those who have lost without deciding
so fast it
and
those who desired
So be it

now
Unfortunately for them it's over

I think just enjoy
Because once up there
It will be finally finished
Finally Done

Nothing is as beautiful
Still fragile
But still good

Take time to realize
Everything is never too long

Our lives flow freely
For us to control the flow
Ours
Manage the network

All is done
In the rules of art

Fragile is this destiny
For us to protect us

Adapt
And not hurting
Too fast

To come and go in all gaiety

Share passing time
And especially well fill the

Because time is so fragile
He who is so agile
It happens so fast

Without having time
To count

It flashes before our eyes

And we can see
Build our lives envied

To perceive that they are so fake
They hold only on a set number of years calculated ...

And if they may Fragile
Always abuse ...

Fragile  - Dirk Maassen with Kien

Thanks to Paul (Paploviante) @paul-racle for all those open collab  that he uploads and shares. Open collab tracks: https://soundcloud.com/paplo-repost/tracks  
Here is the original track in case you want to express yourself. "Sometimes"  https://soundcloud.com/paplo-repost/sometimes-paploviante-open-collab
I allowed myself to change the title. Indeed, I narrate a text by Jacques Prévert (1900-1977) "En été comme en hiver" WICH YOU WILL FIND THE TRANSLATION BELOW. I tried to find out more about this wonderful poetry that was written by the poet for a show, but it seems hard to know more. I'm not sure that the tone on which i narrate is the right one, but that's what inspired me. A mixture of dramatic and ironic.
I remixed a little and I added some sounds to give a little more realism. I hope you enjoy my version.

Merci à Paul (Paploviante) @paul-racle pour toutes ces open collab qu'il met en ligne et pour le partage. Pistes Open collab: https://soundcloud.com/paplo-repost/tracks
Voici la piste originale au cas où vous souhaiteriez vous exprimer à votre tour. "Sometimes" https://soundcloud.com/paplo-repost/sometimes-paploviante-open-collab
Je me suis permis de changer le titre. En effet, je narre un texte de Jacques Prévert (1900-1977) "En été comme en hiver" . J'ai tenté d'en savoir plus sur cette magnifique poésie qui a été écrite par le poète pour un spectacle, mais il semble difficile d'en savoir plus. Je ne suis pas certain que le ton sur lequel je le dis soit le bon, mais c'est ce qu'il m'a inspiré. Un mélange dramatique et ironique.
J'ai remixé un peu et j'ai ajouté quelques sons pour donner un peu plus de réalisme. J'espère que vous apprécierez cette version.

EN ETE COMME EN HIVER

In summer as in winter
in the mud in the dust
lying on old newspapers
the man whose shoes take the water
look out at the boats.

Near him a fool
a gentleman who has what
sadly angling
He does not know why
he sees a barge passing
and nostalgia takes it
He would like to leave as well
very far over the water
and live a new life
with a smaller belly.

In summer as in winter
in the mud in the dust
lying on old newspapers
the man whose shoes take the water
look out at the boats.

The brave angler
without fish returns home
He opens a can of sardines
and then starts crying
He understands that he will die
and he never liked
His wife considers him
and smiled with a pinch
It's a very sad shrew
a giant clam frog.

In summer as in winter
in the mud in the dust
lying on old newspapers
the man whose shoes take the water
look out at the boats.

He knows that barges
are big floating slums
and that lower wages
does that the beautiful marinières
and their poor mariners
walk on the rivers
a whole load of children
damaged by misery
in summer as in winter
and in any weather.

En Été Comme En Hiver (Text from Jacques Prévert)/Paploviante/KidOfEarth/(transl. in description)

Recovery by me who sung  "I just called to say i love you" but french version of Dalida.