Léo Ferré (24 August 1916 - 14 July 1993) was a Franco-Monegasque poet, composer, singer and musician./
Over time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
we forget the face and forget the voice
the heart when it beats, it's not worth going
look further, let it be and it very well
with time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
we loved each other, they sought in the rain
the other we could just turn a light
between words, between the lines and under the paint
a disguised oath that goes to his night
with time everything vanished
with time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
Mem 'real cool souv'nirs it's got a' mouths these
gal'rie j'farfouille to the shelves of death
Saturday night when the love goes away 'only
with time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
another who was believed for a cold, for nothing
the other to whom we gave wind and jewelry
for which we would have sold his soul for pennies
before which we s'traînait as dragging dogs
with time, goes, everything goes well
with time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
we forget the passion and forget the voice
you whispered words of poor people
does not come too late, especially do not catch cold
with time ...
with time, goes, everything goes
and it feels like a bleached crock
and it feels frozen in a bed of chance
and you feel alone, perhaps, but cushy
and we feel cheated by time lost, then indeed
with time we do more
une chanson d'amour!
FidelKastrat 3 weeks ago
sublime veritè
MrDelon53 1 month ago
triste chanson mai c notre patrimoine,s afi plaisir de tjpouvoir trouverceskelek rares bijoux...merki
evildarko 1 month ago