Le piano que baise une main frêle
Luit dans le soir rose et gris vaguement,
Tandis qu'un très léger bruit d'aile
Un air bien vieux, bien faible et bien charmant
Rôde discret, épeuré quasiment,
Par le boudoir longtemps parfumé d'Elle.
Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce berceau soudain
Qui lentement dorlote mon pauvre être?
Que voudrais-tu de moi, doux Chant badin?
Qu'as-tu voulu, fin refrain incertain
Qui vas tantôt mourir vers la fenêtre
Ouverte un peu sur le petit jardin?
Play, come on
Play that song
Play it all night long
Just turn it up and turn me on
Play, come one DJ
Play that song
You that is turns me on
Just turn it up and turn me on!
A reverend once told me, "When things that are too dangerous to say, sing."
Most of the songs I sing, they have that blue feeling to it. They have that sorry feeling. And I don't know what I'm sorry about... I don't!
I promise not to tell a lie
Cross my heart
and hope to die
I know what i say
and i know that it's only
Through the fog
and the banks of the Mississippi
At first i was sure
That i was going crazy
A ghostly serenade
It started singing.
I know that i'm losing my credibility
but i know what i saw
and i know that it's only
I swear on the grave
of my late darling
He had a song he'd always sing.
— Hello, Bob. Wanna come over for dinner?
— Are you sick?
— Why do you ask?
— You look sick.
— I am sick.
— You take medicine?
— There is no medicine for what I have.
— Wanna sing?
— Sing?
— Do you know "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"?
— Yes, I do.
— He's got the whole world in
His hands
He's got the whole wide world
Come on.
He's got the whole world
in His hands
He's got the whole wide world
in His hands
It's on the ground. Repeat.
The plane is on the ground.
Loin, toujours plus loin,
Partez en chantant!
Le monde appartient
A ceux qui n'ont rien.
Because I'm foolish, because I'm foolish -
Being praised, I bloomed splendidly.
The flower is beautiful, but it's poisonous!