Sunday, March 30, 2008

And the four right chords can make me cry.

The movie La Vie en Rose, a biography about French singer Edith Piaf, gave me a new-found appreciation for the French. We always listened to French music when I was younger, mainly because my dad loved it. But also because, unlike a lot of useless American music that focuses on the superficial aspects of life; the French convey a message through their songs and a lesson that should be learned from their romantic and meditated lyrics.
Carla Bruni, the new First Lady of France, is my favorite french artist and her song Chanson Triste, which translates to mean "Sad Song", literally brings me to tears.
This is the translation of the lyrics, not as moving as if i understood French syntax I am sure.
But still, simple and heart-wrenching and full of what the city of Love is famous for.

Sad Song, Just for you
A little sad song, I believe
Three times, ruffled words.
Some notes, and all my regrets.
All my regrets of us two
Are at the end of my fingers
Like C D semi F
It is a song of faded love
Three times
Nothing of our lives
Three times
Nothing like this melody
What there remains of us two
Sung with the hollow of my voice
Like C, D semi F
It is a song.
It is a song with memories
Not to forget itself without anything to say
To forget itself without anything to say.

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