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La Solitude, Barbara


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Hi!

 

Many people had never heard Babara's song "La Solitude", here is a link to discover who Barbara was and her version of the song Mika sang in Nice, Liévin or Luxembourg :wink2:

 

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xiywe_barbara-la-solitude

 

 

Here are the lyrics:

 

La solitude

by Barbara

Je l'ai trouvée devant ma porte,

Un soir, que je rentrais chez moi.

Partout, elle me fait escorte.

Elle est revenue, elle est là,

La renifleuse des amours mortes.

Elle m'a suivie, pas à pas.

La garce, que le Diable l'emporte !

Elle est revenue, elle est là

 

Avec sa gueule de carême

Avec ses larges yeux cernés,

Elle nous fait le cœur à la traîne,

Elle nous fait le cœur à pleurer,

Elle nous fait des mains blêmes

Et de longues nuits désolées.

La garce ! Elle nous ferait même

L'hiver au plein cœur de l'été.

 

Dans ta triste robe de moire

Avec tes cheveux mal peignés,

T'as la mine du désespoir,

Tu n'es pas belle à regarder.

Allez, va t-en porter ailleurs

Ta triste gueule de l'ennui.

Je n'ai pas le goût du malheur.

Va t-en voir ailleurs si j'y suis !

 

Je veux encore rouler des hanches,

Je veux me saouler de printemps,

Je veux m'en payer, des nuits blanches,

A cœur qui bat, à cœur battant.

Avant que sonne l'heure blême

Et jusqu'à mon souffle dernier,

Je veux encore dire "je t'aime"

Et vouloir mourir d'aimer.

 

Elle a dit : "Ouvre-moi ta porte.

Je t'avais suivie pas à pas.

Je sais que tes amours sont mortes.

Je suis revenue, me voilà.

Ils t'ont récité leurs poèmes,

Tes beaux messieurs, tes beaux enfants,

Tes faux Rimbaud, tes faux Verlaine.

Eh ! bien, c'est fini, maintenant."

 

Depuis, elle me fait des nuits blanches.

Elle s'est pendue à mon cou,

Elle s'est enroulée à mes genoux.

Partout, elle me fait escorte

Et elle me suit, pas à pas.

Elle m'attend devant ma porte.

Elle est revenue, elle est là,

La solitude, la solitude...

 

I tried to translate it...

 

Loneliness (in this song, Loneliness is considered as a female character)

 

I found her on my doorstep

It was the evening, I was coming back home.

She accompanies me everywhere

She is back, she is there,

The sniffer of dead love stories.

She followed me step by step.

The devil take the bitch!

She is back, she is there.

With her dismal face,

With the dark shadows under her wide eyes,

She makes our hearts lag behind

She makes our hearts lament

She makes our hands turn pale

And our long nights desolate.

The bitch! She could even bring winter back in the height of summer.

 

Your dreary silk dress

And your tousled hair

Give you a desperate look,

You're not beautiful to look at.

So go away to show

Your sad bored face anywhere else

I haven't got a taste for sorrow

Now clear out and leave me in peace.

 

I want to swing my hips again

I want spring to go to my head

I want sleepless nights,

With a pounding heart.

Before my time comes

And till my last breath

I want to say 'I love you' again

And long to die for love

 

She said:'Open your door for me.

I followed you step by step

I know that love is dead.

I'm back, here I am!

They told you poems,

Your handsome men, your beautiful children,

who pretended to be like Rimbaud or Verlaine

Well, it's all over now'.

 

Since then I've been having sleepless nights.

Her arms around my neck,

Curled up around my legs,

She accompanies me everywhere

And she follows me step by step.

she waits for me on my doorstep

She is back, she is there,

Loneliness, loneliness...

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thank you macboll! :wub2:

i heard the song before, but never knew who sang it and what she looked like. how old is this song?

 

i will move the thread in "other artists" :thumb_yello:

 

D'après Wikipédia:

 

Monique Andrée Serf, dite Barbara (Barbara Brodi à ses débuts) est une chanteuse, auteur-compositeur-interprète française née à Paris, le 9 juin 1930 et morte à Neuilly-sur-Seine, le 24 novembre 1997. Sa poésie lyrique, la beauté mélodique de ses compositions, et la profondeur de l’émotion que dégageait sa voix lui assurèrent un public qui la suivit pendant quarante ans.

 

La solitude serait une chanson interprétée par Barbara dans les années 1970.

 

Barbara was born Monique Andrée Serf in Paris (9.06.1930) and died in 1997 (24.11.1997). She had many devoted followers during 40 years, and was famous for her lyrical poetry, the musical beauty of her deeply moving songs and her particular voice.

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I wonder if someone speaking both French and English could translate the lyrics for us - Google translator does not really work well for songwords...

 

I agree the version in Nice was most beautiful and touching...:wub2:

 

 

Edit:

PS: Robi...... we posted this at the same time... :roftl:

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Okay, I'll try to translate it and will post it tonight (children don't go to school on Wednesdays in France so i just have to find some time:aah:).

 

Awww, thank you!!!! :wub2: Take your time. Google translator is just really not working with this song...

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Loneliness (in this song, Loneliness is considered as a female character)

 

I found her on my doorstep

It was the evening, I was coming back home.

She accompanies me everywhere

She is back, she is there,

The sniffer of dead love stories.

She followed me step by step.

The devil take the bitch!

She is back, she is there.

 

With her dismal face,

With the dark shadows under her wide eyes,

She makes our hearts lag behind

She makes our hearts lament

She makes our hands turn pale

And our long nights desolate.

The bitch! She could even bring winter back in the height of summer.

 

Your dreary silk dress

And your tousled hair

Give you a desperate look,

You're not beautiful to look at.

So go away to show

Your sad bored face anywhere else

I haven't got a taste for sorrow

Now clear out and leave me in peace.

 

I want to swing my hips again

I want spring to go to my head

I want sleepless nights,

With a pounding heart.

Before my time comes

And till my last breath

I want to say 'I love you' again

And long to die for love

 

She said:'Open your door for me.

I followed you step by step

I know that love is dead.

I'm back, here I am!

They told you poems,

Your handsome men, your beautiful children,

who pretended to be like Rimbaud or Verlaine

Well, it's all over now'.

 

Since then I've been having sleepless nights.

Her arms around my neck,

Curled up around my legs,

She accompanies me everywhere

And she follows me step by step.

she waits for me on my doorstep

She is back, she is there,

Loneliness, loneliness...

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Good evening Robertina! I'll finish the translation of the two last paragraphs tonight. It's bed time for my little ones :wink2:

 

It's more a poem than a song, so that's not easy to translate. I hope my English is good enoughand that everyone undertands the lyrics.

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Good evening Robertina! I'll finish the translation of the two last paragraphs tonight. It's bed time for my little ones :wink2:

 

It's more a poem than a song, so that's not easy to translate. I hope my English is good enoughand that everyone undertands the lyrics.

 

it's perfect, for me at least! :blush-anim-cl:

 

you can post it in first post too, when it's finished :original:

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