Première chanson. Our first song

Translation:
CAFFEINE
You promised me a coffee,
An espresso close to you,
A lungo by your side,
And sleepless nights in your embrace.
And thanks to you, caffeine,
Adrenaline, and insomnia
Took on a paradise-like air,
Of happy days, of blessed times.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
but I’d gladly be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine,
To all the charms of Italy.
You promised me a coffee,
And countless sugary delights,
So many treats to savor,
Your voice to keep me warm.
Because of you, caffeine,
With bold and intimate aromas,
Fills my heart with memories,
And every night now I sigh.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
but I’d gladly be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine,
To all the charms of Italy.
You promised me a coffee,
An espresso close to you,
A lungo by your side,
And sleepless nights in your embrace.
Now my nights are nothing but
Synonyms for sadness and insomnia;
Those coffees, that caffeine –
Your invitation, I decline.
I'm more a fan of Chinese tea,
I no longer wish to be converted
To the pleasures of caffeine –
Gone are the charms of Italy.

Délestage

01 - Cafeine (with translation)

Honestly?

Monsterz

Justin Bradshaw - Eraser

Wake Me Up in April!

Cri du coeur d'habitants du nord de la France ...automne-hiver 24-25
Cry from the heart from the people of the north of France...autumn-winter 24-25

TRANSLATION (attempt)
Wake Me Up in April

Outside, it's too dirty, too grim
Sidewalks, men’s suits, fog and clouds
layers of gray all around
I'd rather stay hidden in here

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I feel better under the quilt
Than on the pavement, the asphalt
I can smell scents of feathers
Forget the wind and the snowflakes

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Let me smooth out all my bumps
And regain  my strength
Dry out all my sorrow
Take back my human form 

I’m just a little junk turtle 
When the sun tickles gently
The soft cotton of my sheets
I will slip out of my shell

Wake me up in April, but until then
Until then, give me a break
A break at home
Now I’ve smoothed all my bumps
And regained my strength
I shake out all my lace
I hear the bells ringing!

Réveillez-moi en avril (with translation)

I wrote this album about the year I had coming out of a very dark depression. Creating these songs allowed me to express my loneliness and I hope you can find some comfort in them.

Windowsill

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)

Hommage à Quincy Jones, au regard si triste et si émouvant- 
A tribute to Quincy Jones whose eyes are so sad and so moving

All About Quincy

(Dragging My Butt) Into The Sunshine

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cRcR (prod bandeja)

Just Who Is That Kat?

Senta te me dolor...

j'écris des nouvelles et des chansons depuis longtemps, j'ai fait divers métiers, maçon, libraire, cuisinier, veilleur de nuit etc... comme personne ne s'intéressait à mes écrits, je les chante et les enregistre moi même...

Senta te me dolor...

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