Thanks titanic work cher
Sasha Chertkov , realized in his journal, repeatedly cited among fans of Mylene, have tried to compile These workshops and places a very insightful translations of songs in a sequence corresponding to the track-list performances in Nantes. It is very likely that under the same songs we're going to light and 28 June ... Sasha huge merci!
- Paradis inanimé
- L'Âme-stram-gram
- Je m'ennuie
- Appelle mon numéro
- XXL
- A quoi je sers
- Pourvu qu ' elles soient douces
- Point de suture
- Nous souviendrons nous
- Dreaming
- Amen I ...
- Libertine
- Without infringing
- I'll return your love
- Degeneration
- Désenchantée
- is in the air
- If I had at least ...
1. Paradise inanimate
In my sheets chrysanthemums
Dawn barely drag myself
Slowly his requiem
His beloved poems
In my bed, there, I decomposed granite
my life
Torts, desires The illicit
hope, and nothing but boredom
forever
For my sake
Leave me my ...
Paradise inanimate
Long sleep curled
abandoned
Paradise Under the moon lie Artificial Paradise
deleterious forsaken me
And dying to be fatal
Dying to be loved
Emmarbrée in this bed-stele
I will not read anything tonight
stops talking, nothing like falling asleep in
What From black sheets
is the dark beyond the grave
is the world that goes out
L'épitaphe aura l'audace
De répondre à mon chagrin
inanimate paradise
under my bed sheets from chrysanthemums
Dawn is trying to push me
quiet his requiem
their favorite poems
Here in my bed of granite
I is broken down into their lives
violations, illegal desires
Hope nothing and boredom
But forever
For my Love
Leave me my ...
inanimate paradise
long sleep, curled
Abandoned Paradise
stretch under the moon
Artificial Paradise
Poisonous, I am left
die from what is mortal
die from what is loved
walled * in this bed-stele
I will not read anything tonight I will not
to say nothing of the sort
only going to sleep in sheets
Darkness
This gloomy afterlife
This dying world
Epitaph dare
Reply my sorrow
* Neologism Mylene. If translated literally get something like "vmramorennaya.
2. L'Âme-stram-gram
En moi, en moi toi que j'aime,
Dis-moi, dis-moi quand ça n'va pas,
Il n'y a que ça qui nous gouverne,
Dis -moi combien de fois?
Partager mon ennui le plus Abyssal,
the first comer who found it banal
I heard everything you confess, the swarm And
chants drunkenness
me or anyone that you condemn
T'éreintent, you are charming:
C ' is the "soul-stram-gram"
In me in me I love you,
Tell me, tell me when it does not go,
There is only that which governs us,
Tell me how many times
In me in me I love you,
Tell me, tell me when it does not interfere
abdomen and slid into the hole in my absentee
, buzzing, ear friend,
Confessions on couch we psychoanalysis
me or any Do you whisper, And the swarm
beats, I heard your
Oedipus complex
And the swarm occur:
is "soul-stram-gram"
Soul-stram-gram
pike and pike and colégram,
wad and wad and ratatam,
Soul-stram-gram, Pique
lady
Soul-stram-gram stings, bites me in the soul, full of knots
Bourrée male
-Soul stram-gram pique ladies.
Soul-stram-gram *
Во мне, во мне,
Скажи мне мой любимый, скажи me, if something is wrong
Only this right by us, **
Tell me, how many times?
Divide the depths of anguish
With the first counter, which considers all this banal
*** I listen to all your recognition ****,
and Roy ***** chants intoxication
I listen to all those whom you accuse,
Who annoys you, fascinates you : ******
is "l'âme-stram-gram" *
in me, me, my favorite
Tell me, tell me if something is wrong
Only this right by us,
Tell me how many times
in me, me, my favorite
Tell me, tell me if something is wrong
intervened and proskolzni his belly
In my hole
Otstutstvuyuschie, Bumblebee, a friendly ear ,*******
Confessions of psychoanalysis on the couch
I listen to everything that you whisper ,********
and Roy ***** beat time,
I listen to your Oedipus complex ,*********
and Roy ***** appears:
is "l'âme-stram-gram"
Âme-stram-gram **********
Pique et pique et colégram,
Bourre et bourre et ratatam,
Âme-stram-gram,
Pique dame,
Âme-stram-gram stings, bites my soul,
stuffed male members,
Âme-stram-gram stings ladies.
* L'Âme-Stram-Gram. Am stram gram - the beginning of children's rhymes. Replacing the first word on âme (soul), Milen creates a kind of notion that everyone is free to interpret its own way. The booklet album lyrics printed on the draft background song, judging by Draft, which name - L'essaim d'abeilles, ie, "swarm." Returning to the l'âme-stram-gram, one can assume that the concept is related to the ideas of the game (rhymes) and psychoanalysis (Soul).
** ça word also means "it", a psychological term from Freudian theory.
*** J'ouïs aurally perceived as jouis - I ispytavayu orgasm.
**** Wordplay: confesses perceived as a con (vulgar symbol of female genital oragnov) and fesses (buttocks).
Total ***+****= I ispytvayu orgasm from your p **** and ass.
***** Wordplay: les seins - breasts.
****** Wordplay: tes reins - your thighs. (Your hips fascinate you.)
******* A friendly ear - an analog of our notion of "vest", the man who always listens.
******** Game words: sucer - suck. (I feel an orgasm on how confident you suck.)
********* In general, the Oedipus complex, but Milen put the term in the plural.
********** Ta most children's rhymes, the first line of which was the basis for a song title. The same play on the word "soul."
3. Je m'ennuie
La vie oscille à l'envi
Comme un pendule rouillé
Me balancer
De la tourmente à l'ennui
The problem arose a gray day
one consistency I know
invincible
That drags his life
Throughout his life
Stubbornly
eternal reverie
From boredom to Bovary
beauty
Living Living His injury
finiteness
I miss is the empty
Goddess
Distress
The spleen is the anthem
A bored of being bored I
A gaping void
Small nausea A Time
diluted
infinity
Я скучаю
Life fluctuates back and forth
How rusty pendulum swings
me from suffering to boredom *
Boredom is born into a gray day **
uniformity, which,
I know irresistibly
We dragged our lives
All my life
Resistant
In a dream
about boredom a la Bovary ***
To live beautifully
live with wounds
its final term
I miss
This emptiness
Goddess
Tosca
Dumps
This hymn
boredom of being
I miss
gaping nothingness
little nausea
time dissolved in the infinity
* Paraphrase the following quote Arthur Schopenhauer (Arthur Schopenhauer): "Life swings like a pendulum from right to left, from suffering to boredom, here are two elements which, in essence, it is. "
** Paraphrase the following quote by Antoine de Lamotte Beat (Antoine Houdar de la Motte):
C'est un grand agrément que la diversité.
Nous sommes bien comme nous sommes.
Donnez le même esprit aux hommes;
vous ôtez tout le sel de la société.
L'ennui naquit un jour de l'uniformité.
(Great joy - the variety.
We are good as we were there.
Give all people a spirit -
And you deprive society of salt.
Boredom born the day of uniformity.)
*** "Madame Bovary" - one of the most famous романов Гюстава Флобера
4. Called my number
Who makes history
Enters Black History
to see
My best move I have a pillow
evening
A pillow star
Without pillow I
longer want to be
Who makes history
behind an eye, black
Fear looks
Who slip and injure
I have a feather pillow
shaped moon shaped
Dune remake
gesture
Who enters l’histoire
Entre dans le noir
Velours d’un boudoir
Et pour le reste...
J’ai un pillow duvet
Sans pilosité
Sans pillow je n’ai
Plus rien à mettre
Allégorie, viens là
Délit de l’émoi
Mon au-delà, c’est l’i...
...vresse du geste
À la folie j’ai « l’a…llo »
Qui me dit : au lit, là !
L’embellie c’est l’o…
Reiller, de rêve
Appelle mon numéro
J’humeur à zéro
Appelle mon numéro
J’ai le sang si chaud
Appelle mon numéro
Viens dans mon sillage
Ni trop sage
Ni collage
Juste ce qu'il me faut
Appelle mon numéro
Compose ma vie
Appelle mon numéro
Fais-moi l'hallali
Appelle mon numéro
Donne -moi le «la»
Lalalala
Lalalala
Appelle-moi
Dial My Number
Who is in the history of
enters into darkness
To see
My most beautiful act
I have a night pad *
Cushion star
Without pads
I do not want to live
Who is in the history of
hiding behind the pretense, black
Fear views
that slide and wound
I have a puff of feathers in the shape of the moon
in the form of dunes **
Repeat action
Who is in the history of
enters into darkness
velvet boudoir
And the rest ...
I have a fluffy pillow
without hair
Without pads I have nothing to wear
More
Allegory, Come same here ***
Crime feelings
my other world, it ...****
... Blossoming of gesture
to madness in my "but ... LLO»
That says to me: in bed now!
clearance is on ...
Duska dreams
Dial My Number
My mood at zero *****
Dial My Number
My blood is so hot
Dial My Number
Come after I
Not too wise not
roommate
Just what I need
Dial My Number
Bring in the order of my life
Dial My Number
hoot me
Dial My Give me a number
"To »******
Lyalyalyalya
Lyalyalyalya
Call me
* One of the frequently encountered in the Milen Anglicisms. Pillow - Pillow in English.
** Among all types of pillows, secrete the so-called sex pillows - pillows solid special forms designed to facilitate certain positions of sexual intercourse.
*** After jokes about the orangutans in an interview with Paris Match magazine, many see in this line of play on words:
Allez, gorille, viens là / Come on, gorilla, go here.
**** Used partition words l'ivresse into syllables allows you to hear the following pun:
Mon au-delà, c'est lit / My other world - it's bed
***** Neologism Mylene: noun humeur used as a Verb.
****** sound of a dial tone corresponds to the note "la" first octave.
5. XXL
Qu'on soit des filles de cocktails belles
Qu'on soit des filles des fleurs de poubelles
Toutes les mêmes
Qu'on soit des croissants de lune
Qu'on soit des monts de Saturne
Pour l ' IVG ou en bulle nous on a
On a besoin d'amour
On a besoin d'amour
Besoin d'un XXL
We love wants love XXL
we're girls
rare in history we're girls flowers sidewalks
That's how Paul or Pauline
Make One of the magazines
Negative or positive all the girls
They need love
We need love Need Love
XXL
It wants love XXL
We need love
Need a flame
And melancholy
We need love
Need a look
skin and tears
Need a love XXL
Need a flame And
wave We want
soul of love XXL
Need d'un regard
De peau et de larmes
XXL
Whether it is a girl with the parties, beauty
Whether it is a girl with a garbage
We're all the same
Whether it is under the sign of the crescent *
Whether it is a hill Saturn **
Supporters of abortion and pregnant ***, we all
We all need love
We all need love
need for love size XXL
All we want is love the size XXL
If she a heroine of history, a rare
Be it a girl with a panel
It's
Be it in the Pauline Paul
main character journals
Negative and positive, all the girls
They all need love
We all need love
need for love size XXL
We all want love, size XXL
All we need love
need a flame,
in sorrow
We all need love
needs a look,
skin and tears
need for love size XXL
need a flame
in sorrow
We all want love, size XXL
needs a look,
skin and tears
* Crescent Society - the sacred emblem of the Muslims.
** Holm Saturn - the concept of palmistry. People with well developed hill Saturn for the most part brave, independent, and love alone. Therefore, they rarely marry, but if it happens, they in his sympathies are often extraordinary persistence.
*** IVG - Interruption Volontaire de Grossesse - abortion on request.
6. A quoi je sers ...
Poussière vivante,
je cherche en vain ma voie lactée
Dans ma tourmente, je n'ai trouvé qu'un mausolée
Et je divague
J'ai peur Vacuum
I turn the pages But
empty pages
Dust wandering
I could not direct me
Every hour demand
for whom, for what is right And my mind wanders
I afraid of heights Why
these tears
Say, what good turns
But my God what I look like I am used to
anything
And who can say in this hell
What is expected of us, I confess
Do know what more I serve
Probably nothing
Now I can silence
If everything becomes disgust
Dust burning
fever was due to me
I laugh without laughing, I do anything
and je divague
J'ai peur du vide
Je tourne des pages
Mais des pages vides
What am I fit ...
Live speck of dust, *
I vainly seeking a milky way
In his agony, I found a mausoleum
And I spoke
I'm afraid void
I turn the pages, but pages are empty
wandering speck, *
I could not find their way
Hourly asks
For whom, for what straightened
And I spoke
I'm afraid of emptiness
For what these tears
Tell me, why live
But my God, what I look like
I am no good at all for anything
And who can say this Hell
What is expected of us, I admit,
What's more I do not know what I'm fit
Probably just anything
Now I can silence
If everything becomes ugly
Hot speck of dust, *
Fever took the better of me
I laugh without laughing, I'm doing horrible
And I spoke
I'm afraid of emptiness
I turn the pages But
page empty
* Live a speck of dust, wandering speck of a speck of dust and hot - the titles of chapters of the book one of his favorite writers Milen Luc Dietrich.
7. Pourvu qu'elles soient douces
Eh mec!
Ton regard In oblique
nothing lewd
thee thy mother too
whipped backhand
Your taste is nothing perverse
And your baby is not angry
Your kamasutra
In a hundred years old My
God it's unfashionable
The ultimate
In this landscape is to love both sides
Your majesty
Never do you move your little pillow
Without Ever
I
Your unique class
All n is that price
You make Ah! of Oh! Behind your book
When my little pants and stood back
Without losing courage
Stripper
your obsessions You persist fuck you in any
But provided they are sweet
one poet you have in mind that the moon
From my curves you're KO! You persist in
fuck you all
But provided they are sweet
an aesthetic you've kept a "look stupid" ...
Everything is beautiful if it is "Rear View"!
OK! Prose or poetry
Everything is a pretext
not bother to apologize or
Muse muse
My little ass Do not cease to inspire you
I make Oh! of Oh! Never
never get tired of love for one crazy
Should we not going
Youth
What's the rush ?
If only they were gentle
Hey, dude!
Your sidelong glance
Not a bit of lusty
Your mother too often flogged you
Your tendency to rear
It is not perversion
And your crumb was not angry at you
Your Kamasutra
at least a hundred years
My God, how long has it gone out of fashion
Best
In this position
Love both sides
Your Majesty
never moves without his pads
Forever I
Your only teacher
This is only a question of price, which must be pay
You say Oh! Oh!
Engaged in the business
When my panties
stood behind
Without courage
reveal what you're concerned about
You stubbornly spit on all
If only they were gentle
from the poet you have in mind only the moon
From my roundish you have a knockout!
You stubbornly spit on all
If only they were gentle
From aesthetic you only "kind of stupid" ...
All is well, if it is "Rear View"!
OK!
prose or poetry
This is just an excuse
And do not apologize
Muse or My little nymph
Polly
never ceases to inspire you
I say Oh! Oh!
I never get tired of
From love to be crazy
Is
To my youth is gone
Why rush тогда?
8. Stitch
The days of just a hum
I do not know what
The refrain of the undecided, of what? As usual
I took this path of uncertainty
Where are my will just
Days wisdom
United Way and right
But man doubt
And short detours
Multiple Wave
my soul
Go, take thy way
The wait is deaf,
But life keeps me
The nights are warm blood
My boat capsized and pitching
ghost burns
Who I am and storm Shadow and light wind
To play
My love My
waves returning waves are so heavy
Take me in your sheets,
Give me your hand,
Do not come over tonight
Say I m errs
... Tell me where I'm
not say anything, I go
Replays
me your death ... I m'évapore
Words on our dreams
Submit
And my doubts about injuries
Point sutures
Fly my love
remake me amor
Confusion pages
I'm sinking
Наложенный шов *
days of pain
sing ...
I do not know what
Repetition
uncertainties and "what?"
of habit
I have chosen this path
Uncertainty
Where are my "go" means "Get back"
Days wisdom
path smooth and straight
But people doubted
and runs
from many corners
wanders, my soul,
Come on, choose your way
Waiting vaguely,
But life constrains me
Nights hot
My blood boils and rages
Ghost Ship
Lights
I am the storm and the wind
Shadow and Light
laugh My love
wave back
My flows are so heavy
wrapped me in their blankets, **
Lend me your hand,
more Do not come tonight,
Say: "I'm lost"
Tell me, where I was,
Do not say anything, I'm leaving,
directed at the me once more his death,
I evaporate
words about our dreams,
Forget about my doubts
And wounds
No seams ... ***
Fly, my love,
Turn to your love to me again, ****
Confusion
I - wreck ...*****
* play on words: "point de suture" may mean and Overlay weld "and" lack of seam. Milen itself has repeatedly emphasized this duality in the title. The album booklet is a quote from the movie "Carlito's Way:" All the seams of the world can not join me in a whole ".
** On hearing the phrase is perceived as" prends-moi dans tes bras "-" hold me ", differs by only one sound.
*** In writing translation this sentence only, but the rumor is still perceived in two ways, the second meaning: "and the wounds stitched.
**** Using English owl "amor" allowed get another game of words on hearing l'amor sounds like la mort, that is, instead of the word "love" can be heard "death."
***** This line is sung in this form in only one case three, namely, in the second. In the first and third case, Mylene sings "je fais naufrage" - "I arranged a storm."
9. Nous souviendrons-nous
Aux vies qui s'abaissent à voir la mienne
Je sais
Qu'il me faudra prendre congé d'elles
Un jour ou l'autre
Nos vies sont des larmes d'aquarelle
Nous ne sommes reliés qu'à nous mêmes
Et si je perds la foi
En nous, en tout
C'est bien malgré moi
Nulle prière
A chacun de nos pas
Je doute de tout
Nous souviendrons-nous de nous?
Aux vies qui ont soutenu la mienne
Je n'ai
Qu'un long monologue poudré de neige
A partager
Nos vies qui s'écoulent chaque jour saignent
Nous ne sommes reliés qu'à nous memes
recall whether We
with life, that sank to see my
I know I have to say goodbye
Once
Our Lives - Tears watercolors
We are associated only with ourselves
And if I lose my faith in
us all
This is contrary to my
will not need prayers
At each step of our
I doubt all
recall whether we are about us?
for life, that supported me,
I have
Only a long monologue, sprinkle snow
To share our lives, leaky every day, bleed
We are connected only with ourselves
10. Rêver
D'avoir mis son âme dans tes mains
Tu l'as froissé comme un chagrin
Et d'avoir condamné vos différences
Nous ne marcherons plus
all his life has stopped as a wing
Dansent flames, arms are raised
Wherever he goes he makes a deadly cold
If man does not change Sky
Yet I dreamed ...
I dreamed that love could
In the wind Stood
the soul of humanity
His coat blood
I'll spit on your graves
Is not the real is I'm not
dreamed that love could
What good knock down walls to erect
Graves
dint of ignoring tolerance
We will walk together anymore
Angels are tired of us ensure
We leave as a world aborted
Suspended for eternity
The World as a clock stopped
Who dreamed that I could love
in the wind Stood
the soul of humanity
His coat blood
Spit on your grave
Is not the real is not the beautiful
I dreamed that love could
I dreamed that I could love
dreamed of the word LOVE
Сон
За то, что вверенную в руки душу,
Ты crumpled, as if shagreen,
And for that condemned your differences,
We do not go near.
His life is flying on only one wing
Dancing flames surging hands
There where he was headed, deadly cold
If a person does not change the heavens
And yet, I have dreamed ...
I dreamed that we can love
When breeze,
What rebelled and soul man,
Her clothes from the blood.
I'll spit on your grave -
This is wrong and ugly.
I dreamed that we can love.
Why destroy Wall,
to erect there disposal
Because forget about tolerance,
We do not go near.
Angels, tired us to store,
Quit our failed world.
missed first trimester for all eternity,
world like
to Stop the pendulum
I dreamed that we can love
When breeze,
rebelled and soul man,
Her clothes from the blood.
I'll spit on your grave -
This is wrong and ugly.
I dreamed that we can love.
I dreamed that we can love.
I dreamed слово ЛЮБИТЬ.
11. So either I ...
Bubble Ball grief
uncertainty
So many mornings
Let nothing hides
I want my winter
Falling asleep far from your dreams
I know I'm lying
I know I'm cold inside
Bubble Ball grief
uncertainty
From our destinies that is born
loneliness You say it takes time to love
is not child's play
I know you lie But I'm
Now if only I
Amen Amen Amen You
It
So I pray that you my
Flee exil
Mais quel espoir
Pourrais-je avoir
Quand tout est noir?
Ainsi soit Je
Ainsi soit Tu
Ainsi soit ma vie
Tant pis
Bulle de chagrin
Boule d'incertitude
Deux orphelins
Que le temps défigure
Je voudrais mon hiver
M'endormir loin de tes chimères
Tu sais bien que je mens
Tu sais bien que j'ai froid dedans
This is me ...
bubble sadness
Com uncertainty
So many sunrises
Nothing hides
I want my winter
lulled me away from your chimeras
I know that I'm lying
I know that I'm cold inside the bubble of sadness
Com uncertainty
From our destinies
born only loneliness
You say you need time
that love is not child's play
I know that lying
But I feel so lonely now
Such I
This is you
such, it
That
I beseech you to
Left my refuge
But what can I hope
When only darkness around? Such
I
You
Such is my Life
the worse
bubble sadness
Com uncertainty
Two orphans
Which spoils
time I would like to get my winter
lulled me away from your chimeras
Ты знаешь, что я лгу
Ты знаешь, что мне холодно внутри
12. Libertine
Ash moon, little bubble of scum
Pushed by the wind I'm burning and I catch cold
Between my dunes lie naked is my misfortune that I learn
virtue
I myself, am a libertine
I'm a whore I
I, am so fragile
Let me hold your hand Split the moon
kissing spine and feather
Rocked by a small wind I walk
sad Life is like a glass of grenadine
love is crying when I bowed
I, am I am a libertine whore
I myself, am so fragile
Let me hold your hand on when
my body, I m'évapore
you sleep, sleep baby you and I await the dawn
When you take away from my lips taste bitter
reminds me that I am in heaven
Ash moon, small bubble foam
Lost in the wind I'm burning and I catch cold
My body is frightened, wet skin
I have more soul
Dad, they have broken my heart
Распутница
Ashes moon bubble foam
me is the wind, I burn and get cold
between my dune rest my troubles
I'm naked virtues
I I minx
I'm a whore
I am, I am so tender
What do I stretch a hand
split the moon, kissing tongue and pen
lulled the breeze, I walk
Life is sad, like a glass of pomegranate juice
love - then cry when leaning
I, I I a slut whore
I am, I am so tender
What do I stretch a hand
When my body you fall asleep
I'll fly, baby, you sleep, but I'm waiting for the dawn
When you stop to touch my lips
rancidity reminds me that I was in heaven
Ashes moon bubble foam
Lost in the wind, I burn and my body to get cold
scary, clammy skin,
I have no more soul
Dad, they have defiled my heart
13. Sans contrefaçon
Puisqu'il faut choisir
A mots doux je peux le dire
Sans contrefaçon
I am a boy
And an empire
I want to undress without infringing
Since I am a boy
All alone in my closet
eyes ringed with black
At the secluded
I defy chance
In this world which has neither head nor tail
I do not do that to my head
A handkerchief in the hollow of the pants I'm
Chevalier d'Eon
Since we must choose
A sweet words I can Without saying
counterfeit I am a boy
And an empire
I do want to get undressed without infringing
Since I am a boy
turns I was hunting
De vos fréquentations
Je n'admets qu'on menace
Mes résolutions
Je me fous bien des qu'en-dira-t'on
Je suis caméléon
Prenez garde à mes soldats de plomb
C'est eux qui vous tueront
without lies
Time to choose
Quietly I can say without the slightest
lies
Boy I
And for the whole kingdom
I will not razdevatsya
Because without lies
Boy I
All alone in a closet
under the eyes dark circles
in hiding from the looks of
I challenge fate
In this headless world
I rely only on his head
handkerchief in his pants
I - Chevalier d'Eon *
Time to choose
Quietly I can say without the slightest
lies Boy I
And for the whole kingdom
I will not razdevatsya
Because without lies
Boy I
Again and again I drive away
C your meetings
I will not allow to threaten my
Solutions
I do not care what they say I'm a chameleon
Beware my tin soldiers
They'll kill you
* Chevalier d'Eon - Придворный трансвестит, шпион Людовика XV.
14. I'll return your love
extract myself from the part suspended
My life I dreamed I saw the best
hearth
All these unknowns
you among them
Fiber Cloth oozing bruises
You saw the soul
But I saw your hands
Choose Gauguin
And I'll return your love
become again the contours
I'll return your love is my last resort
I'll return your love
At least for
always become again the contours
"The naked woman standing"
extract myself from the narrow framework
Life
one flayed
I thought the story of a mortal beloved
You cheated me
You
You
Me left me I would be compromising
"the One"
For thousands of naked eyes
A master
And I'll return your love forever
At least I'll return your love
Mine is too Heavy
And I'll return your love is more blatant
day
Its colors are diluted
And I take my love
become again the contours
From my only master Egon Shiel and ...
I return your love
Getting out of frame ...
My life is hanging
I dreamed about the best I've seen
focus
All these strangers
thee among them
Linen Fabric
Bleeding from wounds
You saw the soul
But I saw you
Chose Gauguin *
and I return your love
again become the outline
I return your love
This is my last hope
I return your love
At least for the ages
again become outlines
"Naked standing" **
Getting out The limited scope of
life
Martyr
I believe tales
mortal lover
You deceived me ***
You
You let me ***
discredit themselves
I will "only"
For thousands of eyes ****
am the master of
and I return your love
At least for the ages
I return your love My
- too heavy
And I return your love
Day is clearly
Her color faded
And I'm takin 'my love
again become outlines
my only master: Egon Schiele and ... *****
* Paul Gauguin - artist.
** "Nude Standing" - title of the painting by Egon Schiele.
*** Phrases tu m'as trompé and tu m'as laissé give another opportunity to interpret the text: perhaps the story in song conducted on behalf of the men (according to the rules of French grammar in the case narrative of woman's face should be: trompée and laissée).
**** Pun. / / / Pour des milliers: Dieu, ie "I'll be the only for the thousands: God "
**** Egon Schiele - a favorite artist Mylene.
15. Dégénération
Sexy coma
Sexy trauma
Sexy coma
Sexy trauma
Coma t'es sexe, t'es Styx,
Test statique
Coma t'es sexe, t'es Styx,
Extatique
Coma t'es sexe, t'es Styx,
Test, test statiques
Coma t'es sexe, t'es Styx,
Esthétique
Ou ou wa ou
Ou wa ou
Dégénération
Où où est où
Où est où est
Ma génération
J'sais pas moi
Mais y faut qu'ça bouge
J'sais pas moi
Mais y faut qu'ça bouge
J'suis coma là. ..
Mais y faut qu'ça bouge
Faut qu'ça bouge
Faut qu'ça bouge
Degeneration
Sexy coma Sexy trauma *
**
Sexy coma
Sexual Trauma
coma, you're full, you Styx
static test ***
coma, you're full, you Styx
ecstatic
coma, you're full, you Styx
test, static test
Coma, you're full, you Styx
Aesthetic
Do ya have a
Do ya have
Degeneration
Where, where, where
Where, where
My generation
I do not know
But there must be movement
I do not I know
But there must be movement
I'm in a coma ...
But there must be movement
must move
must move
* Wordplay: sexy comme moi / sexy as I am.
** Pun: sexy, trop moi / sexy too me.
*** The first psychological tests were just static. The basis of these tests pawned some hypotheses, a set of characteristics, and the results of the test were evaluated for compliance with this hypothesis. [...]
16. Désenchantée
Nager dans les eaux troubles
Des lendemains
Attendre ici la fin
Flotter dans l'air trop lourd
Du presque rien
A qui tendre la main
Si je dois tomber de haut
Que ma chute soit lente
Je n'ai trouvé Rest in
That indifference
Yet
I would like to find innocence
But nothing makes sense, and nothing goes
Everything is chaos
Besides
All my ideals: words
Damaged .. .
I want a soul, which
I am able to help me
one generation disenchanted Disenchanted
Who could help but hear everything
When reason collapses within
Which way to turn
Who We claim
rock in his belly
If death is a mystery
Life has nothing tender
If Heaven has a hell The sky
may well expect
Dis moi,
Dans ces vents contraires
comment s'y prendre
Plus rien n'a de sens,
plus rien ne va
Frustrated
swim in the murky waters of tomorrow
days
here to await the end
slide on air, crowded
worthless trivia
To lend a hand
If I should fall from a height
Let my fall will be slow
I found peace
Only indifference
All same,
I would like to regain innocence
But nothing makes no sense,
and nothing goes wrong
Around
All chaos
All my ideals:
Spoiled words ...
I'm looking for a soul that
could help me I
from a disillusioned generation,
Frustrated
Who could prevent me from hearing all
When lost common sense to one's chest
snuggle
Who can say what
lulls us into her womb
If death - mystery,
In life there is nothing touching
If heaven is hell,
Heaven I may have to wait
Tell me,
Like this headwind
keep
No more does not make sense,
nothing else goes wrong
17. C'est dans l'air
Vanité ... c'est laid
Treason is ugly ... ...
Cowardice is ugly ... ugly denouncement
Cruelty is ugly ... ...
Slander
The bitterness is ugly ... ugly
Infamy ... it's ugly as
The battered
bother you all are angels cracked
The oppressed are itching
Sidelined, who avenged?
calamities upset
The chaotic are angels
Not like the others, itchy
Good apostles
I eat is in the air
is in the air
is in the air, it is necessary
Take Breathing air
Sometimes prick the doll
is in the air is in the air
is in the air, is get drunk millennium
coitus
What about our love is gone
is in the air in the air
is in the air is salutary
Unless that can
Sauve is better!
Except here, the skies are far
is in the air is in the air
is in the air, that nuclear
Who cares There is
We will finish at the bottom of the hole
And I ... I ... I sing
invent a life.
The conceit is ugly ... ...
Tyranny ugly
The felony is ugly ... But life is
that too.
All scrap bother you
Yet fools are angels
The misunderstood you itch
What tricks ... What makes the wind?
Это витает в воздухе
conceit - it's disgusting
betrayal - it's disgusting
cowardice - it's disgusting
denunciation - it's disgusting
cruelty - it's disgusting
Slander - it's disgusting
Sharpness - it's disgusting
Villainy - it's disgusting too
Wrinkled life bothers you
All untouched - Angels
Oppressed You angered
oppressed - who will avenge them?
Disasters hamper
Confused - Angels
«Do not like all" angered
hypocrites I am eating
It's in the air
It's in the air
It's in the air, it is necessary
to fresh air to breathe
sometimes poke a doll
It's in the air
It soars in the air
It's in the air, this millennial
drunk
copulate
What about our former favorite
It's in the air
It's in the air
It's in the air, it is beneficial
addition to those who can, *
Save yourself - so much the better!
Here are just a distant heaven here
It's in the air
It's in the air
It's in the air, so at the nuclear level
We do not care
We - all
We will finish in a deep hole
And I sing
I invent her life.
Complacency - It's disgusting
tyranny - it's disgusting
treachery - it's disgusting
But life happens and so
All garbage to prevent you
But crazy - Angels
Underestimated you angered
What to do with cunning ... What makes the wind?
* Pun. Aurally perceived as a "sauve qui peut" - "Every man for himself."
18. Si j'avais at least ...
Who has experienced immense pain
Will an overview
Time
Needle
slow it snow or sale
The ubiquitous
Emphasizes your absence
Everywhere
Who has The known
unstable reign
Who has lost
Do not know the trouble
Over Reserve, while
Neither god nor hatred, who cares
More beautiful, I
any one sentence. .. A
obtuseness
All my demons
The harshest voices break
The weakest of all my angels
The most dedicated And the strange
me clueless
Engaged to the obtuseness
... If I had at least seen your face
glimpsed in the distance The smallest cloud
But those who rise
That sum "hope"
which are said to bleed
Without a goodbye, believe me why I exist And
When the other saying I die
Why agitate
anything your heart ...
Если бы я хотя бы ...
Кто не познал
infinitely large
Learn unlikely,
What time
Arrow lingers,
Whether the snow is blowing the wind
ubiquitous,
Emphasize your absence
Everywhere
Who has not known
shaky dominance,
Who never lost,
not know pain,
No more caution, quite
Neither God nor hate, spit
No grandeur
I there is only pain
benighted
All my demons
most hostile
crack
most gentle
All my angels
most loyal
I'm curious loser,
engagement with the darkness ...
If I even
I saw your face again
She noticed far
smallest cloud,
But only those,
Who rises,
require a "hope"
talk about them, they bleed
No goodbyes, from the faith ...
I why I exist,
When another said, "I'm dying"
Why no more worries
Yours heart ...
Source: http://atch-ramirez.livejournal.com/144631.html
UPD (28.06.09 00.59) : "Où où est où Où est où est Ma génération ..." Super concert! Just come from there:) Sorry, of course, that flew like a moment - about 1.45 ... But the impression - For a month. Milen, as always - exquisite delicacy. Merciiii!
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