French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. French song. Folk ballad / neo retro. Peaceful, rural & swaying. Female singer, acoustic guitar, electric keyboard & string section.Lyrics
Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte,Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
Dans les vagues de Biarritz disparaît le fracas du monde Pas un jour pas un solstice sans l’écume qui vagabonde Au fond des âmes brûle un sésame C’est le présent qui s’enflamme
Dans les mots que tu me glisses : des secondes suspendues Faudrait il que j’abolisse le temps qui passe et les vertus Je laisse fuir les âmes d’artistes, les sentiments hédonistes…
Dans les rides de tes yeux, les minutes ralentissent Dans tes gestes voluptueux se dessinent les délices
Ici et maintenant, Dans la douceur Que donne le souffle du temps Ici et maintenant, c’est tout ce qui compte, Cueillir la saveur de l’instant Ici et maintenant, à chaque seconde Je me nourris du présent…
English translation :
HERE AND NOW
Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
In the waves of Biarritz, disappears the turmoil of the world Not a day, not a solstice without the foam that roams Deep in the soul burns a sesame It's the present that ignites it.
In the words you whispered: suspended seconds Should I abolish the passage of time and the virtues I let the souls of artists flee, the hedonistic feelings ...
In the wrinkles of your eyes, the minutes slow down In your voluptuous gestures we see the delight Here and now, In the sweetness
Which time breathes Here and now, that's all that matters Pick the flavor of the moment Here and now, every second I feed on the present ...
French song. Trip hop / downtempo / romantic. Suspended, nocturnal & French song. Trip hop / downtempo / romantic. Suspended, nocturnal & melancholic. Electric guitar solo @ 1'27 & 3'27. Male singer, string section, bass, electric guitar & rhythm.Lyrics
Le tempsNous habille de faux semblantsFaux-fuyantsOù l’on se plait souventLe temps Le tempsOù l’on n’a pas su dire à tempsOn se mentEt l’on oublie de dire souvent Je t’aime à ceux qu’on aime Le tempsOù l’on est fier et arrogantInsolentNe dure jamais très longtempsLe temps Le tempshabille de noir nos coeurs d’enfantsOn comprendqu’il est peut-être temps De dire je t’aime à ceux qu’on aime
English translation : TIME Time,Dresses us up in false pretensesSubterfugeAnd we often enjoy itTime Time,Where we weren’t able to say in timeWe're lying to each other And we often forget to say I love you to those we love
TimeWhere we are proud and arrogant InsolentIt never lasts very long Time TimeDresses in black our children's hearts We understand maybe it's time To say I love you to those we love
French song. Neo retro / romantic / ballad. Melancholic, French song. Neo retro / romantic / ballad. Melancholic, interrogative & sad. String section. Female singer, piano, electric bass, folk guitar & rhythm.Lyrics
Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au mondeQui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au monde Est ce qu’il est faux Est ce qu’il est vrai Est ce que je le rencontrerai
Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus le plus au monde Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus Le plus au monde Est ce qu’il est blond Est ce qu’il est con, peut-être Je le reconnaitrai
Si je pouvais Je dirais ton nom Est-ce qu’il est faux Est-ce qu’il est vrai Qui est le garçon que j’aime le plus Le plus au monde Plus que toi Toi et ton cinéma
Si je savais Je dirais son nom Qui est le garçon Qui est le garçon Qui est le garçon
English translation :
WHO'S THE BOYWho’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Is he false ? Is he true? I’m going to meet him
Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world Is he blonde ? Is he stupid ? I will recognize him If I could I would say your name Is he false ? Is he true?
Who’s the boy I love most
The most in the world More than you You and your games
Classical arrangement / beat making. Dreamy, melancholic & airy. From Classical arrangement / beat making. Dreamy, melancholic & airy. From the "Pavane of the Sleeping Beauty" by M. Ravel. String orchestra, synth & rhythm.
Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & Song sung in French. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Female singer, accordion, piano, banjo & clarinet.Lyrics
Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète Qui t’a fait perdre la tête ?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit Levant les yeux je me dis : Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis
Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage
Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte
English translation : Moulin de La Galette You couldn’t love meLike you should Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself: As long as Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)
Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Instrumental version, no voice. France. 20's. Java. French dance. Montmartre. Bouncy & melancholic. Clarinet, accordion, piano, banjo & strings.
Percussive yet magical underscore for being chased through a fantasy Percussive yet magical underscore for being chased through a fantasy world. Haunting female vocals and unnerving mood without being overly dramatic.
Atmospheric strings and woodwinds serve as the icy backdrop for Atmospheric strings and woodwinds serve as the icy backdrop for violin accents. Ideal for documentaries about nature in the polar regions, romantic films or TV drama that requires a serious mood.
Romantic theme that expresses hope, quietude and tenderness. With Romantic theme that expresses hope, quietude and tenderness. With harp, flute and strings. Slow tempo, beautiful authentic orchestra sound.
Medieval sounding lullaby with warm acoustic guitar, bells and a Medieval sounding lullaby with warm acoustic guitar, bells and a dreamlike choir. For series, films and games set in far-away magical lands.
Wonderous, slow orchestral tune expressing hope and new beginnings. Wonderous, slow orchestral tune expressing hope and new beginnings. For images of awaking nature, fare-well and quiet movement.
Starts out very melancholy but picks up energy with marching drum and Starts out very melancholy but picks up energy with marching drum and rising strings. Majestic sounding real orchestra for images of flight, awakening and voyage.
