• A French Summer

    Music & lyrics by Indochine translated by Ey@el

    Original en français

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    Another day in my life
    I don't wish to stand by,
    Another dull monday
    Where nothing but time passes me by.
    Tuesday, got butterflies in my stomach
    From confinement and compliance;
    Wednesday, longing for another life —
    Wish I could call it a day just to have the choice.

    When I get cornered
    I fancy a French summer —
    A perfect summer
    Where nothing could happen to me.
    Sorry for the overwhelming national chill,
    A hellish country —
    Welcome slow death!

    Thursday, I'm in the wrong place,
    And everything you promised me
    Just like on a black Friday
    When I forgot everything and the part of my life.
    And I'm feeling a bit lonely,
    Too old to die in winter.
    Wish I could stand in the sun,
    But I'm still needed over here.

    When I get cornered
    I fancy a French summer —
    A perfect summer
    Where nothing could happen to me.
    Sorry for the overwhelming national chill,
    A hellish country —
    Welcome slow death!

    Nights spent on a rooftop,
    Gazing at the storms,
    Exposed to the danger
    Of lightning on your face,
    And stars by your side,
    And our imperfect dreams
    While lasts this French summer
    And we forget everything.

    Nights spent on a rooftop,
    Gazing at the storms,
    Heavens for the taking,
    And flying fish,
    And stars by your side
    (When I get cornered...)
    And our imperfect dreams
    (I fancy a French summer...)
    While lasts this French summer
    (A perfect summer...)
    And our imperfect dreams
    (Where nothing could happen to me).

    © Nicola Sirkis, 2017

    About this song

    Nicola Sirkis: Just imagine if the far right had won the elections in France... We're in the same configuration [as America and the rest of the world with Trump].

    In "Un été français", you actually depict France as a “hellish country” and a “national chill”...

    Nicola Sirkis: Every five years, we get that big carnival. Delusion, promises, and broken dreams. But this is what democracy's all about.

    (Source)

    Translated from French by Ey@el
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