Noir Désir

Europe de Noir Désir

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[Feuerfluegel]

the original version of this song is 23 Minutes!

[chris631968]

presque dix ans ont passé... et rien n'est dépassé, tellement d'actualité ces paroles. Seul Noir Desir en est capable....

[liliekitsh]

THIS IS THE COMPLETE TRANSLATE FOR THE LONGUEST SONG (23mn the original!) GO DOWN FOR BIGINNING OF THIS TRANSLATE.

[liliekitsh]

The childhood of art is a rising of the sun.(artists are the rescuers of tomorrow ,i think it's the common sense)

IF YOU WANT TO GO AT THE BEGINNG, GO DOWN,this the end of traduction.

I repeat:

the childhood of art is a rising of the sun. (artists are the rescuers of tomorrow ,i think it's the common sense)

We work currently for Europe........

THE END.

[liliekitsh]

the madness of greatness kill the scoffing blackbirds. (reference to an older french film and to an older and after war song) Peace in Switzerland. Paix en Suisse. I repeat: Je répète : peace in Switzerland. Weddings of blood burn the horizon down. Twice. The mascara of Europe runs on breast-plates. Twice. Life begins now, and now, and now. Europe is a small lethal goddess. Twice.

[liliekitsh]

It is coming down in buckets on the " Concorde. " (a place in Paris)

The small good girls are the elected representatives of Europe.

I repeat:

the small good girls are the elected representatives of Europe.

Shit in safety. (sadety=police)

Twice.

the madness of greatness kill the scoffing blackbirds. (reference to an older french film and to an older and after war song)

I repeat:

[liliekitsh]

the red and the black of torture are the flowers of the trouble.

The day of Occident is the night of the East.(orient)

Twice.

The day of Occident is the night of the East.(orient)

I am not chauvinistic but France is nevertheless the queen of cheeses.

Tryphon Sunflower (reference too "tintin"a belgium comic book) is a clown.

Six times.

The poured blood is the cup of tea of the giants of the fair.

Twice. It is coming down in buckets on the " Concorde. " (a place in Paris)

[liliekitsh]

The sighs of the saint and the shouting of the fairy (here a reference to the poem "el desdichado" of gerard de nerval) isn't any more heard in the feast of the bankers. Once. The pot of the hermit is filled with ruby. I repeat: the pot of the hermit is filled with ruby. Old Europe is the madam of pink ballets. Twice. When sirens are silent, the rapacious bawl. The red and the black of torture are the flowers of the trouble. I repeat:

[liliekitsh]

..everything isn't lost not everything isn't lost with your myths of dawn here the sun shines for all and they believe in it. We work currently for Europe. Or even for the world... Something stayed in the middle of the throat and we want to spit it is the slightest of things but you can, madam, to address you to us because everything isn't lost not everything isn't lost with your myths of dawn here the sun shines for all and they believe in it. Pox on your faces i repeat : Pox on your faces

[liliekitsh]

we too, to be of benefit, no reason, afterwards all this will go,there will have it as everybody, they will have it it as everybody, my simple was said for everybody, for everybody, for all world and my ass!!

At what height are you going to establish your bulwarks?

Where are you going to push back your new walls of surrounding wall?

Something stayed in the middle of the throat and we want to spit

it is the slightest of things but you can, madam, o address you to us because..

[liliekitsh]

You want there here is schools of performance and here is bosses

creators of the Total buisiness dialogue or Electronic trades

to sit down by tittering on all exceptions to be begun

by this knack cultural thing. Stories of producers and of consumers, of the producer to the consumer,

from the producer to the consumer, and intermediaries to know more than to do it,

all your soul wore out on this endless way and on it they go and they come go there,

[liliekitsh]

I believe in this epoch there blest of globophages (total consumers)

Dear old Europe, your head knows barely your legs which often,your arms how is that walk even already don't include. How is that walks a body foreign to its body they don't know they shrug it off, they embrace each other nevertheless and then they are right. Nasty old Europe, you remember brute force, the wrong moody occident,

burning war, Cold War, and finally worn down and finally worn down.

We work currently for Europe