Petit blues ou grosse déprime...Les dimanches sont parfois difficiles...
Small transient sadness or deep despair...Sometimes Sundays are hard.

TRANSLATION


I hate Sundays

This is the end of the Week
these days chaining me
I climb down the ladder
A little... disoriented
They advise me to rest
they advise me movie nights 
in my head voices are calling
And the trap closes is closing

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 

While others celebrate
With champagne and canapés
I raise my glass alone
To the end of eternity
The awful hour has come
the righteous and the kind ones
are giving up slowly
kicking the bucket

I hate Sundays
all these dreadful hours
How I hate weekends
Without you near
I hate Sundays
And their tasteless tea
Oh, how I ‘d like
You come back 
Bridge

I’ve fled every party
Avoided the laughters
Like a tiny puppet 
or a wax doll in tears
But I know one Sunday
Tired of this waiting
I’ll take my revenge
On these faded years

Je hais les dimanches (with translation)

Personne n'est atteint du syndrome de l'imposteur ici, mais il existe de  vrais imposteurs qu'on peut  croiser parfois...
No one here suffers from imposter syndrome, but there are genuine imposters all around, and we sometimes encounter one of them...

TRANSLATION - THE IMPOSTOR
I'm this close to confessing everything
I ‘ve nothing to do with it 
It was all fake, rigged, cunning
I did nothing wrong, but I did nothing right 

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

I'm this close to going to confession
To tell everything to the first one to go by
But if someone coax me a little
I hold on to my bad faith, and it works

I thought It was totally in my wheelhouse 
but this time I must admit
It's just a web of lies
I might give up as well

By twisting the truth in my brain
I ended up believing my own nonsense
Pious wishes / head in the clouds / time has come
To resume my life as an impostor

L'imposteur (with translation)

Une petite chanson d'amour légère pour passer l'été...Le thème des marguerites et de l'amour est un peu éculé mais on s'y est frottés quand même....C'est si joli les marguerites...
A light-hearted love song to get you through the summer... The theme of daisies and love is a bit hackneyed, but we went for it anyway... Daisies are so pretty...

The Daisy Hill
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
We loved a little and a little more
What if we dared say we love no more?
As the daisies softly tell us
Love quietly begins to crumble
If you must leave me tomorrow
Climb up here without a doubt
Where petals dance and whirl
Come give me one last thrill 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
All the flowers are like my sisters
Wild among the rocks they grow
They know how to suffer and to sing
Even smile at passing strangers
My heart will not be torn apart
If on this hill you say goodbye
I’ll find the strength to stand tall
Among the daisies, not alone 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom

la colline aux marguerites (with translation)

Ma maison/My house:  un rêve, un cauchemar, une petite balade du côté du Cap Vert ;
a dream, a mightmare,  a little tune near Cape Verde

My House 
I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light
…
In the living room
there were mirrors to make me pretty
sofas and lace everywhere
Persian rugs , watercolor paintings
porcelain cups with little flowers

In the garden
there were children and songs
little huts and hedgehogs’ hiding spots
friends passing through all year long
and colors swirling all around

I’ve lost my house / I’ve got nothing left 
I’ve lost my mind / and that’s no small thing
I’ve forgotten where I come from
oh, how good it was
I’ve forgotten the morning light

In the bedroom
there were pillows and feather duvets
bouquets of perfume that smelled so sweet
long white sheets for fabulous nights 
and others for the end of life

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light

My house
is just a few walls made of concrete
gray everywhere, from floor to ceiling
mushrooms growing even without rain
at night the cockroaches find shelter there

The garden
is now the kingdom of trash
Rubble, bicycle and car carcasses
Climbing frames like prisons
Rats …running across the grass

I’ve lost my mind / I’ve got nothing left
I dreamed of a house / that’s no small thing
might as well forget where I come from / maybe that’s best
This morning I’m looking for the light


Ma Maison (with translation)

Ghost of a Chance

(WITH TRANSLATION) On a tenté une chanson disco... sans doute raté...mais au moins on espère qu'elle vous fera sautiller dans votre salon! 
We tried our hand at a disco song... probably failed... but at least we hope it will make you dance around your living room!

I’ve left scattered All around the house
Some ridiculous poems Drawings and songs
You’re never too much of a child, never innocent enough
You know me, I try everything, just in case, just in case
I’ve left in a notebook a bunch of admissions
Lists of supplies and full confession
You’re never too cautious, never prepared enough
You know me, I think of everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything
I’ve left a few messages on magnetic tapes
Some pathetic farewells, sayings from great sages
You’re never too cautious, never eloquent enough
You know me, I’ll say everything, just in case, just in case
Just in case I were to go mad
Just in case I became a nun
Just in case I left it all behind
Just in case, I played hopscotch
Just in case I reached the sky
Just in case I lost everything

Au cas où  (Just in case)

Maze

A new track from me and my son  EffAy  (Fredrik)
He  played the guitar and made the mix
I made lyrics and vocal
Thank you once again, Fredrik. So glad you will make music with your mum ❤️

Thank you so much for listening 🫶

Lyrics:

The morning dew is here
Old memories come through..
The taste of coffee, makes me think
I used to drink it with you...
I see your face in the morning dew..

The morning dew is here
But slowly the sky turns blue
I drink my coffee, look around and smile
The sunbeams dance around you
And chase away the morning dew...

Morning Dew

OberonorebO - Not Sexy

Lyrics:

It's not sexy if you think a lot
It’s not sexy if you connect the dots
It’s not sexy when you act too smart
It’s not sexy if you open your heart

Аlmost invisible and dead inside
Pretending warmth while emptiness resides
It’s sexy when you agree with me 
Unnecessary is the truth you don't see

What will I do without your approval, baby?
Guess I’ll just think for myself, maybe?
Who knew my life could be this tough
If you’re not telling me I’m enough?

I decided I didn’t want to be sexy
I’d rather be awkward and a little bit messy
And when you meet me on the street
I’ll pretend I declare defeat
So you can finally feel complete
No longer missing what you seek

What will I do without your approval, baby?
Guess I’ll just think for myself, maybe?
Who knew my life could be this tough
If you’re not telling me I’m enough?
(x2)

It's not sexy if you think a lot
It’s not sexy if you connect the dots
It’s not sexy when you act too smart
It’s not sexy if you open your heart

Fuck the system
Break the prism
Beat the victim
End the algorithm

What will I do without your approval, baby?
Guess I’ll just think for myself, maybe?
Who knew my life could be this tough
If you’re not telling me I’m enough?

Your sexy is not my sexy
And my sexy is not your sexy
Not sexy is the new sexy
The sexiest sexy is not really that sexy

Ghost of a Chance

sebastien multigame (Wolfy1445)