Gregory Lemarchal
Текст песни Je tcris

I write sidewalks of our cities dressed in Christmas
some winter nights flavors bittersweet
I write these evenings lights, wondering eyes of this little girl
at the foot of a large tree on Fifth Avenue
I write a beginning, a forgotten suitcase
I write a white lake where the couple patina
I write a desert where the wreck of a Boat remembers the sea,
I'm writing a land where houses collapsed
I write to Venice, where lovers awaken to the sound of old towers
There may be snows again this year
I write from the sea off Gibraltar to Tangier look
I write of Africa where people are dying by the thousands
The four corners of the earth, I am writing trenches to save abandoned wars
I write a kiss, this bench Paris where two lovers
embrace in their eternity and that nothing and nobody could disturb
I'm writing a coffee, an airplane wing where our memories
embrace in your eternity and that nothing and nobody could remove me
I write these skies fourth world where body so light
children too little amount fed quietly
I write the street where they dance and sing
I write the pen tray of a lonely old man in the room forgotten
I write from these powerless gods in whose name they kill
I'm writing from the hand of these men of peace who have not waived
I write of the Seine, the Eiffel Tower shines in reflection passes
I you write the memory of a kiss by thousands
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Я пишу
(Перевод)

Я пишу тебе с тротуара нашего города, наряженного к Рождеству,
Из зимних ночей с горько-сладким привкусом,

Я пишу тебе об освещенных светом вечерах,
О восхищенных глазах маленькой девочки
У подножья большой ели на пятой авеню.

Я пишу тебе об отъезде, о забытом чемодане,
Я пишу тебе с White Lake, where a couple of skates.

I am writing to you out of the desert, where the chip ship recalls sea
I am writing to you about the land where the ground tend to ramshackle huts.

I am writing to you from Venice, where lovers do not sleep with the sound of ancient bells
There this year, maybe it will snow.

I am writing to you from the sea, with a latitude of Gibraltar, my gaze is directed toward the Tangier.
I am writing to you from Africa, where people are dying by the thousands.

With four cardinal I am writing to you from abandoned military trenches

I write to you with a kiss, this bench at the Paris park
Where the two lovers are enjoying their own eternity,
And nothing and nobody can stop them.

I am writing to you from the cafe, with airplane wing
Where are our memories become eternal
And Nobody and nothing can them away from me.

I am writing to you from the sky part of the world,
Where lightweight body hungry children silently rise.

I am writing to you from the street, where people sing and dance.
I am writing you a pen lonely old man from the forgotten room

I am writing to you on behalf of the powerless gods, because of which people kill
I am writing to you hand people who do not reject the idea of world.

I am writing to you on the Seine, the Eiffel Tower shimmering reflections of the past there
I am writing to you about the memory of a kiss, only among thousands.

On the four sides of the world - one day I toured the world.
I am writing to you about the dream love you so much ...

I write to you, blinded by all this humanity ...