Yandel VS Mavado (Dramantic Remix)

Texte Français et Gogle translate

LA PHOTO

Pour la photo rapproches-toi,
Main sur le dos, donnes moi le bras.
Dans un sourire fixons la page
Et pas se dire, c’est un passage….

Beau ce cliché il est vivant,
Nos yeux brouillés en disent tant.
On y respire et çà se voit,
Tant de plaisir à être là.

Sur ce bristol tout en couleurs,
Marque l’envol d’un grand bonheur.
Dans ces images si belles en soi
Font un passage qu'on oublie pas,

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Je regarde les rêves lointains,
Sans prendre garde on y revient,
Et toute la peine surgit si vite,
Quand les « on s’aime » prennent la fuite.

,Alors dis-moi que cette photo,
Elle restera comme le plus beau.
Qu’encore loin et même vieux
Ce papier peint sera nous deux.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…

Et pas du souvenir,,,

THE PHOTO

For the photo come closer,
Hand on your back, give me your arm.
With a smile let's stare at the page
And not to say to oneself, it is a passage….

Beautiful this shot it is alive,
Our blurred eyes say so much.
We breathe there and it shows,
So much fun to be there.

On this colorful bristol,
Marks the flight of great happiness.
In these images so beautiful in themselves
Make a passage that we don't forget,

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

I look at distant dreams,
Without taking heed we come back to it,
And all the pain arises so quickly,
When the "we love each other" run away.

So tell me that this photo,
She will remain as the most beautiful.
That still far and even old
This wallpaper will be the two of us.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...

And no memory,,,

LA PHOTO (Chanson Française)

One more for the shadows  Will & Nikerty

Recorded by the sunday jam
On 11-3-24
At Gman Studios and Rhode Island Red Hatchery 
Photo:  Pale Blue Dot taken by Voyager space probe.  That pale blue dot is Earth. Carl Sagan wrote a great observation about this photo.

roller coaster 

We will all stop 
At the top
Of our roller coaster 
We all wonder what
The tipping will be like 
Like raw fear
Off the ledge plunging 
Into a whisper 
We all wonder what
Forever will be like

So
Please don’t waste another tear
Mourning each day’s passing 
Don’t let fear rule your life
Get back on that horse
And ride it even faster

And give thanks and praise 
In your own ways
For the promise of another 
New borne day

We will all stop
At the top
Of our roller coaster 
We all wonder what
The tipping will be like
A memory long forgotten 
Lies in an old photograph 
We all wonder what
Forever will be like

roller coaster

in a rush to wait

"Living Mannequin" talks about the need to become what fashion and today’s world demand us to be in order to be accepted by society: different.
We’re expected to be unlike anything that ever existed, to reject our roots and the teachings passed down by our parents—ignoring knowledge in favor of a new world order that claims all of humanity’s acquired wisdom has become obsolete with the rise of A.I.
We have to be strange in order to be original.

Living Mannequin

Why be so different?
Why not be more normal?
If everything I see looks just the same,
Then the weird one is the original.
Why not be reversed?
The opposite of that basic verse;
If I wear red, tattoo on my knee,
Hair, a hat or some All Stars on me.

Making faces and poses,
Walking back and forth all day;
Drinking, smoking... doing dumb stuff,
Living just to impress in some way.
Pulling out sighs,
From people who just watch TV;
They search and don’t find, they look but don’t see
What’s really worth living to be...

Selling their own universe,
In exchange for some dumb stares;
The dream is money, death is the mirror,
Living in a harbor with no piers there...
Gaining experience,
In what they don’t want to learn;
Fashion sets the routine,
In minds where “to have” beats “to be” at every turn...

******************** PORTUGUESE

Manequim Vivo fala sobre a necessidade de sermos o que a moda e o mundo atuais exigem que sejamos, para sermos aceitos na sociedade: Diferentes. 
Temos de ser diferentes de tudo que já existiu, renegar nossas origens e os aprendizados passados por nossos pais, ignorando o conhecimento em pról de uma nova ordem mundial, a qual dita que todo o conhecimento da humanidade adquirido se tornou obsoleto, com a chegada da A.I.
Temos de ser estranhos para sermos originais.

Por que ser tão diferente?
Por que não ser tão normal?
Se tudo que eu vejo, parece com o mesmo,
O estranho é o original;
Por que não ser reverso?
Inverso do verso vulgar;
Se eu uso vermelho, tatoo no joelho,
Cabelo, chapéu ou All Star;
Fazendo caras e bocas;
Andando pra lá e pra cá;
Bebendo, fumando...fazendo besteira;
Vivendo pra impressionar;
Provocando suspiros;
Do povo que só vê tv;
Procura e não acha, enxerga e não vê;
O que vale a pena viver...
Vendendo ser próprio universo;
A troco dos olhos boçais;
O sonho é o dinheiro, a morte é o espelho;
Vivendo num porto sem cais...
Ganhando experiência...
No que não se quer aprender;
A moda dita a rotina;
Na mente ter ou não ser...

Living Mannequin (Manequim Vivo)

Lonely Storm .wav

Three ships (Inst.)

          Моє сонце

Я ночі не спала
Тебе все чекала
Даремно кохала
Не того шукала
Я свого принца знайти хотіла
І свої крильця ой, не розкрила
Я ніби з неба донизу впала
Хоча до нього і не дістала

Куплет 2:
Я сльози гарячі
Ховала від ночі
В душі біль та відчай
Сльоза на обличчі.
Я вже не та, що тебе благала
Я вже не та, що все віддавала
Яскраве сонце мені засяє
Серце пробачить і заспіває

Приспів:
Мені надію моє сонце дає, 
А можливо, тільки сон це і є?
Прийди до мене моє сонце, прийди
Я сподівалася, що це назавжди

Куплет 3
Я більше не вірю
У спогадів зливу
У казку брехливу
У цю гру фальшиву
Я крізь образи любов тримала
Сто разів падала —знов вставала 
Моя душа не зламає крила
Хай навіть віра вже посивіла.

Моє сонце

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