Lost Cello (Excerpt)

Translation below

Enfants de la batterie

Dansons enfants de la batterie
En mélangeant nos peaux tendues
Sur le dance floor qui engloutit
Nos corps par ces rythmes sangsues

La nuit d’espoirs est allumée
Sur la Terre à facettes en feu
Mille paillettes vont neiger
Manne en couleurs tombée des cieux

Refrain :
Car c’est la danse
Qui balance
Nous emporte
Nous transporte
Jusqu’à la transe
La délivrance
Nous met en nage
Dans un nuage

Bien emballés dans notre orbite
Qui nous fait oublier la Terre
Nos vieux problèmes ont tous fait pschitt
Pour mystifier ces faux mystères

Dansons enfants de la batterie
Avec nos sens dessous dessus
Dansons jusqu’au bout de la nuit
Jusqu’à planer dans l’inconnu
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 22 mai 2021

Children of the drums

Let's dance children of the drums
Mixing our tense skins
On the dance floor that engulfs
Our bodies by these leeching rhythms

The night of hopes is lit
On the Earth with facets in fire
A thousand spangles will snow
Manna in colors fallen from the skies

Chorus :
For it is the dance
Which swings
Carries us away
Transports us away
Until the trance
The deliverance
Makes us sweat
In a cloud

Well wrapped up in our orbit
That makes us forget the Earth
Our old problems have all gone to pot
To forget these false mysteries

Let's dance children of the battery
With our senses upside down
Let's dance until the end of the night
Until we're high in the unknown
(Chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, May 22, 2021

Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

Enfants de la batterie

For The Thrill Of It

You've got a look that says that you're looking for something, 
you've got a walk that says that you're easily led. 

Come into my parlor, come in seeking refuge, got something to tell you. 
Come in, be at comfort. Come in fit for sleeping (good news to sell you). 

I think that you would make a fine addition to my collection 
of wandering souls and those who somehow lost their way. 

Lay you down your burdens, lay in soothing waters of peace and plenty. 
Lay down all your worries, lay down all your anger, make your mind empty. 

I come walking towards you bearing gifts on my feet of clay. 
My wisdom enfolds you and my loving hand points the way. 

I am your pope, I am your guru, I am your savior. 
I am the source of all the answers that you lack. 

I'll be your salvation, I'll end all your questions... your journey's ended. 
I'm your destination. I'm your new addiction (you're undefended). 

I come walking towards you, saccharine words and my feet of clay. 
I'm just a humble shepherd for wandering sheep who've gone astray. 
I come slinking towards you, sulfur breath and my feet of clay, 
you're transfixed, enraptured, your soul is mine...you can't get away. 

You bleed, I feed, my need is to own you title and deed. 
Bound to my will and creed. 
My claim, I aim to tame you till you're a pliable thing…
so you can kiss my ring. 
I'll still your will, I'll kill it with my bluster and power. 
I'll make you fumble and cower. 
You ache, I take, I'll break you down to your basic parts…
dine on your heavy heart.

Rise Above or Fall Below

Feet of Clay

Feet Of Clay

Did You See My New Car ?

(translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour thème : "faire une adaptation la plus fidèle possible".

Song written within the framework of the workshops of writing of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for topic: "to make an adaptation the most faithful possible".

Loin de mes pensées

Pour la leçon, trop tard, je n’y comprends
Rien de rien, rien de rien
Et soudain toute mon âme se pend
À ta main, à ta main

Refrain : 
Peux-tu partir sans même dire un mot d’adieu
En effaçant tout notre passé ?
J’aurais pu t’aimer mieux, et si je t’ai blessée
Crois-moi, c’était bien loin de mes pensées

Tu as cent mille raisons de partir —
Je le sais, je le sais —
J’ai laissé notre jardin dépérir
Ne pars pas, s'il te plaît.
(refrain)

Le matin immobile dans mon lit
Loin de toi, seul sans toi.
Toutes mes chansons crient sans aucun bruit
Seul sans toi, loin de toi.

(refrain)
Tu es partie…
Crois-moi, c’était bien loin de mes pensées

Adaptation de Myckaël Marcovic, 1er décembre 2021

The last thing on my mind

It's a lesson too late for the learning,
Made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin'
In your hand, in your hand.

Chorus :
Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind ?
Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.

You've got reason a plenty for goin' —
This I know, this I know —
For the weeds have been steadily growin'.
Please don't go, please don't go.
(chorus)

As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
Without you, without you.
Each song in my breast dies a bornin’
Without you, without you.
(chorus)
That was the last thing on my mind

on the traditional song : The living of Liverpool

Loin de mes pensées (adapt. The last thing on my mind by Tom Paxton)

This album is based on plays
THE STORY OF THE PANDA BEARS TOLD BY A SAXOPHONIST WHO HAS A GIRLFRIEND IN FRANKFURT 
Written by Matei Vișniec

 Composer.Arrangement.Mix and master.cover designer: Pick Robo
Alto Saxophone: Alireza Hamzelo
Hang Drum: Rozhan MirkhajeDin
Dialogue:Faraz Gholami
Hanie Piryaee

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