Beautiful melody and very good songwriting.

Your vocals sound very impressive. The high notes sound pretty clear. Well done!

Love this track. Nice for an acternoon stroll

https://youtu.be/4a8wFJ6b4d8 

Translation above.

Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle. Thème : écrit sur une feuille d'automne.

Ces cris

L’été s’essoufflait
À tomber dans les pommes
Devant ce vent d’automne
Qui glaçait
Oh ! ces cris, ces cris…

Le vent dénudait
Les branches d’un platane
Quand les feuilles se fanent
À regret
Et ces cris, ces cris…

Sur le sol tremblait
L’âme de l’une d’elle
Qui, pourtant encor’ belle
M’appelait
Encore ces cris…

Je m’agenouillai
La posai sur ma paume
Ainsi que sur un trône
Bien douillet
Toujours ces cris…

Ses nervur’s traçaient
Des lign’s de vie diaphanes
Qui, sans appel, condamnent
Un portrait
Mais ces cris, ces cris ?

Lucide, ell’ criait
C’était des cris d’automne
Craquants, qui se dérobent
À jamais
Plus de cris, de cris…

Mais elle laissait
Écrit en filigrane
Dans ma main qui se fane
Son portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, le 15 octobre 2021

Song written during Claude Lemesle's writing workshops. Theme: written on an autumn leaf.

These cries

The summer was running out of steam
To fall in the apples
In front of this autumn wind
Which froze
Oh! these cries, these cries...

The wind was stripping
The branches of a plane tree
When the leaves fade
With regret
And these cries, these cries...

On the ground trembled
The soul of one of her
Who, yet still beautiful
Called me
Still those cries...

I knelt down
Put her in my palm
As if on a throne
Nice and cozy
Still those cries...

Her veins traced
Diaphanous lines of life
Which, without appeal, condemn
The portrait
But these cries, these cries?

Lucid, she shouted
They were cries of autumn
Cracking, which are evading
For ever
No more cries, cries...

But she left
Written in watermark
In my fading hand
Her portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, October 15, 2021

Ces cris

Moment of Truth

Translation above

Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

De désordre courtois
En erreur de jeunesse
Tu étais toujours là
Pour adoucir nos cœurs
De quelques mets sucrés
Ou salés à merveille
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Ton visage était grave
Et si doux à la fois
Parfumé de lavande
Et de brins de tilleul
Cachés dans les sous-bois
Là où les sources naissent
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Tes mains blanches et douces
Capturaient finement
Cette farine blanche
Qui valsait sous tes doigts
Comme ces petits pains
Qui sentaient chaud le miel
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On prenait des chemins
Au goût fort de noisette
Et de mûre bien rouge
Sous cette mousse verte
On captait le soleil
D’un petit matin frais
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On y trouvait parfois
Des nuées de girolles
Que, de tes mains de fée,
Tu arrachais d’un coup
Et tu criais si fort
Que nos joues rougissaient
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Après avoir trouvé
D’un beau pin quelques pignes
Tu nous faisais griller
Ces graines féériques
Que l’on croquait, heureux,
Tout le long du chemin
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Et le temps a passé
Lorsque je me promène
Le long des chemins verts
Je pense à ton sourire,
L’amour pour ces enfants
Que tu avais sauvés
Des trains du bout du monde
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 20 mai 2023

Text and voice by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

Of courteous disorder
In error of youth
You were always there
To sweeten our hearts
With some sweet dishes
Or salted to perfection
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your face was so serious
And so sweet at the same time
Scented with lavender
And sprigs of lime
Hidden in the undergrowth
Where the springs are born
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your white and soft hands
Captured finely
This white flour
That waltzed under your fingers
Like these rolls
That smelled warm with honey
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

We took paths
With a strong taste of hazelnut
And of blackberry quite red
Under this green moss
We caught the sun
Of a fresh morning
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Sometimes you could find
Clouds of chanterelles
That, with your fairy hands,
You would tear them off at once
And you shouted so loudly
That our cheeks would turn red
Miette, oh! Aunt Miette

After having found
From a beautiful pine tree
You made us roast
These fairy seeds
That we crunched, happy,
All along the way
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

And time has passed
When I walk along
Along the green paths
I think of your smile,
The love for those children
That you had saved
From the trains at the end of the world
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Words by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 20 May 2023

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