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Produced, arranged, mix and master by hLo(@hLo-64)
Music, Lyrics & Vocals: Hervé Louradour
French lyrics and English traduction below...

Cela fait dix ans que cette chanson sommeille dans un carton,
Un fragment de pensée, une esquisse d’émotion.
Aujourd’hui, je la sors de son cocon,
Pour lui donner des ailes, enfin, après tant d’attente.

Certaines paroles n’ont pas besoin de sens,
Elles viennent, comme un souffle, comme un instant.
Tout est parti d’une phrase, une seule, qui me hantait :
« Le Temps qui passe n’efface pas
Les traces, de l’absence des cadences,
Ni l’enfance.
Endormis, impuissants que nous sommes,
Nous, les Hommes. »

Les Papillons…
Ils me fascinent.
De la chenille fragile et prisonnière,
Émerge un être libre,
Qui craque sa chrysalide,
Déploie ses ailes et s’envole.

Leur vie est brève, à peine 15 jours,
De l’œuf à la lumière,
Un parallèle troublant,
Avec nos existences fragiles et fugaces.
Nous aussi,
Nous sommes des Papillons.

Lyrics ---------------------
COMME DES PAPILLONS:
Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces 
De l’absence des cadences 
Ni l’enfance
 Endormis impuissants que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’élimine pas les âmes 
Ni les blâmes 
Etonnés par les ombres que nous sommes 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Refrain (X2):
 Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’orée du jour

Le temps qui passe
 N’efface pas les traces
 Des désirs si tenaces
 Qui nous lassent
 Emportés par les vagues qui nous assomment 
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Le temps qui passe
 N’empêche pas l’errance
 De nos rêves 
Qui s’achèvent
 Décimés par nos guerres imbéciles  
Nous les Hommes (X2)

Alors nous nous serrons
 Comme des papillons
 Qui attendent leur tour
 A l’Orée du jour

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Ten years ago, this song lay dormant in a drawer,
A fragment of thought, a sketch of emotion.
Today, I release it from its cocoon,
To finally give it wings, after so much waiting.

Some words don’t need meaning,
They come like a breath, like a fleeting moment.
It all began with a single phrase, one that haunted me:
"Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans"

Butterflies…
They fascinate me.
From a fragile, imprisoned caterpillar,
Emerges a free being,
Breaking its chrysalis,
Unfurling its wings, and taking flight.

Their lives are brief, barely 15 days,
From egg to light,
A troubling parallel,
With our fragile, fleeting existences.
We too,
Are butterflies.

Lyrics ---------------------
LIKE BUTTERFLIES 
Time goes by
Doesnt’ erase the traces 
Of the absence of rhythms
Nor of childhood
Drowsy and powerless as we are
We Humans

Time goes by
Doesn’t obliterate the souls
Nor the blames
Stunned as we are by our shadowy figures
We Humans

Refrain. 
 We then stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Time goes by
Doesn’t erase the traces 
Of stubborn desires
That wear us down
Benumbed  as we are by rolling waves 
We humans

Time goes by
And our dreams keep wandering
So close to their end
Wiped out by our domestic feuds
We Humans

Then we stick together
Like butterflies  waiting for their turn
At the break of day

Traduction par Gérard Hugues

Comme des Papillons

Don't Be Cruel Elvis Presley cover

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Pour affronter le morne mois de novembre, nous vous proposons une chanson légère et sautillante qui parlera à votre âme d'enfant!
To face the gloomy month of November, we offer you a light and lively song that will speak to your inner child!
(PS In France , fairground carousels offer children the chance to grab a pompom. Whoever catches it wins a free ride!)

MICKEY 'S TAIL
In the cinema of childhood
one can get bored hard
But sometimes, a lucky moment—
A day at the fairground.
Raising and lowering the plane,
With an easy lever,
The precious rag in our hands,
And our eyes light up.

All our victories are trivial,
But what joy in that sensation,
taking oneself for the hero,
feeling like Santos-Dumont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

At the age of love’s parades,
Turning and dancing in discos,
All the dancers spinning round,
Looking to make a conquest.
beating around the bush
Awkward and clumsy,
when smiles finally meet,
 The ship can sail.

All our stories are temporary,
But what joy in that sensation,
feeling handsome in the mirror,
feeling like Alain Delon.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Life, it’s a true lottery,
The wheel turns and leaves us dizzy
Losers or superheroes,
We swing from laughter to tears.
But when I’m with you,
I’m five years old, I feel that joy
Of a child who’s struck it rich,
Who’s just grabbed the moon 

All our memories are illusions,
But what joy in that sensation,
Skipping alone down the sidewalks,
Feeling like Patrick Dupont.
I grabbed the Mickey’s tail,
This time , I did it,
Snagged the Grail, the prize,
No more spinning in circles.

Passages

La queue du Mickey (translated)

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tra luci soffuse e ombre di speranza,
una melodia eterna che vibra nei cuori,
un inno all'anima, al desiderio che mai si stanca.

Il Sogno e L'Estasi

Autor / Composer : Karl Heimgartner Dat / Jun  / 24 / 2025 / © Copyright
Artist: Carlito Home 
Genre: LO-FI – Jazz - Chill  
Single: 2025
Instrumental; Karl Heimgartner  
Title: Wrapped in Magic 
Track : 04
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Wrapped in Magic

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia-rainy-afternoon
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia

Tarde de lluvia

Hoy la tarde se viste de gris                          
y la lluvia susurra al cristal                            
una canción que da serena paz.

Cada gota aporta su elixir
y la tierra invita con su olor                                              
a disfrutar de esa sensación.
   
Estribillo

Pero del bulevar se esfumó el calor
de la reunión y de la amistad.
Todos van en tropel a buscar protección
y poder sentir la seguridad.

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En el bar se ve la agitación
y la gente opina sin parar
del temporal y de qué pasará.

Todavía hay nubes de carbón 
que el viento quiere disipar
para volver a ver el sol brillar.

Estribillo

Rainy Afternoon

Today the afternoon turns gray
and the rain whispers to the glass
a song that brings serene peace.

Each drop brings its elixir
and the earth invites with its scent
to enjoy that sensation.

Chorus

But the warmth
of reunion and friendship has vanished from the boulevard.
Everyone rushes in, seeking protection
and a sense of security.

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The commotion in the bar is evident
and people constantly discuss
the storm and what will happen.

There are still coal clouds
that the wind wants to dissipate
so they can see the sun shine again.

Chorus

Tarde de lluvia AC

This song came from a place of emotional conflict, where love and ambition kind of collide. I was in this space where everything around me felt blurry... all these people, all this noise, all this movement, but then there's that one person who still has this quiet hold on you. And yet, even in that connection, we keep spinning in circles, never really landing anywhere.

I wanted to capture what it feels like to choose your passion, your stage, your voice, your art, over a relationship that’s lost its clarity. That line, ‘I’d rather work a microphone than work on us,’ is really personal. Because when I’m on that stage, or in the studio, I feel seen. I feel loved in a way I don’t always get in real life. There’s a kind of euphoria in being heard by strangers that sometimes feels more real than intimacy with someone who’s grown distant.

The second verse dives deeper, waking up to noise, to expectations, to people calling your name, but the one name you want to hold onto is already slipping. And you’re left asking yourself: why are we still running if we’ve both already let go?

It's bittersweet, it’s raw, and it’s real. This isn’t a breakup song in the traditional sense, it’s more like... a confession. Of choosing yourself, even if it hurts.

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Morning Mindset by City Ritual is your perfect soundtrack to start the day with intention and positivity. This uplifting album blends soothing electronic melodies and energizing beats designed to inspire confidence, joy, and a refreshed outlook each morning. Let “Morning Mindset” guide you into a new day—embracing clarity, motivation, and a renewed sense of possibility as you rise and shine.

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