You’ll Turn Blizzard Into ZephyrAuteur/compositeur
: Thomas Rozès

The icy head wind of truth rises.A mantle of snow will soon cover my innocence.
Sweetie, your heart is so warm,You’ll turn blizzard into zephyr.
Then will come out the rainbows,Sunflowers shall bloom on your land

Look alive,
Living in the moment til I die.
I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky,
Is it a bird or a plane I can fly (yeah)
Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.

I feel alive,
I feel alive, (yeah)
Living up the moment girl ___,
I got with me I don’t even lie,
She gon' hit me up just for the night.

For the night,
I feel alive,
I been swerving lanes like I was going crazy,
She asked me if I love her girl I told her maybe.

[Repeat Chorus]

Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.

[Repeat Verse]

All my dogs we pull up like the navy.

Living in the moment til I die.
I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky,
Is it a bird or a plane I can fly (yeah)
Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.

Living in the moment til I die.
I’ve been feeling like I’m in the sky,
Is it a bird or a plane girl it’s I (yeah)
Lately I’ve been feeling so alive.

Look alive.

Let's try to sayThat you're lovingThat you're risingIt's not so badThat's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingAnd now it's heavenIt's what you sayCause here's the painCause here's the mainIt sounds scaryYou wanna go backI need to goJust take it backBefore the storm
That's what you sayThat you're lovingThat you're fadingIt's not so badHere's what you sayYou're insaneCause you're lovingThere's no more heavenLet's try to you sayCause here's the mainCause here's the jailIt's so scaryYou fall on your backToo late to goYou look at your backI feel the storm
But if you playYou have to know
Which is the end you really want to go

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter

Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)

English translation :
UN REFLET DE VOUS

Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine
Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness
I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter

Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China

Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer
Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs
Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie
Et les hommes aussi
Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts
M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes
Pour une ballade
A bicyclette

English translation :
Les Jambes des Femmes
Ladies’s legs
Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea

Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits
Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress
They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men
My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always

readyFor a bicycle ride

Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,

Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,

À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,

Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait pas connu son père,
Elle avait plus de mère,
Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
À travaillait déjà pour vivre
Et les soirs de givre,
Dans le froid noir et glaçant,
Son petit fichu sur les épaules,
À rentrait par la rue des Saules,
Rue Saint-Vincent.

Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées,
La nappe étoilée,
Et la lune en croissant
Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique
Sur la petite croix de la basilique,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
L'été, par les chauds crépuscules,
A rencontré Jules,
Qu'était si caressant,
Qu'à restait la soirée entière,
Avec lui près du vieux cimetière,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Et je petit Jules était de la tierce
Qui soutient la gerce,
Aussi l'adolescent,
Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre,
D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche,
Elle était toute blanche,
Même qu'en l'ensevelissant,
Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse
Était crevé le soir de sa noce,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,
Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent.

English translation :
RUE SAINT VINCENT
She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself
She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings
In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent.
In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent.
By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent.
And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent.
When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day

Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.

Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête.
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
Nous sommes les sacrifiés
!Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.

English translation :
Craonne Song
When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches,
Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians,
Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads.
Good-bye to life, good-bye to love,
Good-bye to all you women,
It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau
That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die.
We're the ones that they're sacrificing
A week in the trenches, a week of suffering,
And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come
That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night
We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer
Who's coming to take over from us.
Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves
Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying.
Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers
Are going to go on strike.
It'll be your turn, fat cats,
To go up onto the plateau.
And if you want war,
Then pay for it with your own skins.
On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch
All the fat cats whooping it up
For them life is good
But for us it's not the same
Instead of hiding, all these shirkers
Would do better by going up to the trenches
To defend what they have, because we have nothing
All of us poor wretches
All our comrades are buried there
Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here

Our minds It’s our lives
Our time In my life

Oh baby I feel I wanna make this



Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you



Our minds It’s our lives
Our time In my life

Oh baby I feel I wanna make this



Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you



Make this last I wanna see you

Make this last I wanna see you

Make this last I wanna see you

Make this last I wanna see you

Oh baby I feel

I wanna make this




Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh let’s make this last I wanna see you

Oh baby I feel I’m on my way

Oh baby I feel I’m on my way

Oh baby I feel I’m on my way

Oh baby I feel I’m on my way

As i dreamed to stop the fog
I was standing in the dark
Looking back at you
But i couldn't see through the fog
Sun was in my face
And i was in the stars
Looking down at you
But you were way too far
Far away
Hey Alright
Can get some
Thats right
All night baby i got everything weighing on me
Don't you ever say I don't believe in anything
You'll see
Its alright to leave we got anything holding on meWe can always disappear
All i could be is anything
Well see
Far away
Step through the night
Know that I've got you...
These in the skies, dreams really come true...
Step through the night
Know that I've got you...
Its better to know to fall in free
Its better to know to fall in free

All the nowhere static
Shifting 'round my attic
Lonesome when I'm crying
Look out at the skyline

All my windows blackened
All the fears attackin'
Say goodbye to autumn
Say goodbye to all of

All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static

All the nowhere static
Dreams all gray and scattered
Worn-out little halo
Watch it crash like Play-Doh

Even when I'm sleeping
Feel it in my ceiling
All the twisted laughter
From the here and after

All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static
All the nowhere static

I’m not gonna waste my time,
There’s nothing else left to say,
I’m finally moving on,
This is our last goodbye.

I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you.

Your words are sweet,
But I still taste the lies,
And I got the receipts,
The truth hurts, but it’s all right.

I burned all of your T-shirts,
Ripped your pictures off the wall,
I cried out, all my tears,
I feel better that you’re gone.

I’m not gonna waste my time,
There’s nothing else left to say,
I’m finally moving on,
This is our last goodbye.

I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you.

Aint no turning back,
Turning back,
Turning back.

It’s time to say goodbye,
Say goodbye,
Say goodbye.

I should have ignored the red flags,
But I, can’t play the game,
Now I’m so glad we’re over it,
And I learned from my mistakes.

I don’t wanna waste my time,
There’s nothing else left to say,
I’m finally moving on,
This is our last goodbye.

I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you,
I’m better off,
I’m better off without you.

Asiklar,
yakinda, yakinda bulusacaksiniz,
kavusacaksiniz,
asiklar, gozlerinizi acin artik,
bu dunyada,
Sevda gibi birsey yoktur,
Kalmamis,
Bu kahbe dunyada,
Ask yoktur.

Beni bir gun,
Farkedermisin,
Bir adim atip, gelirmisin,
Sevgilim, askim, hayatim, bana dermisin,
Eyvallah sevenlere, inancinizi kaybetmeyin,
Bu olumcu dunyada,
Sizlere cok sabir dilerim.

Ilgıt ılgıt esen seher yelleri,
Doğru gelir doğru gider mi yâr yâr,
Hakkın emri ile çürüyen canlar,
Verdiği ikrarda durur mu yâr yâr.

Pazarlık mı olur adil dükkanda,
Meylim muhabbetim kaldı insanda,
Bu divan olmazsa ulu divanda,
Dost benim sualim verir mi yâr yâr.

Pir Sultan Abdal‟ım kalbi zâr olan,
Döner mi sözünden gerçek er olan,
Senin gibi ahdı sadık yâr olan,
Verdiği ikrardan döner mi yâr yâr.