Merci à S. et Cécile...
Gérard PRESGURVIC / Patrick BRUEL
Ed. Intersong / M.N. Tevel
Patrick BRUEL / Mario Santangelli
Ed. Intersong / M.N. Tevel
Patrick BRUEL - Gérard PRESGURVIC / Gérard PRESGURVIC
Ed. Francis Day / EMI Music
Musique et Texte Patrick BRUEL
Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL
Ed. Intersong
Gérard PRESGURVIC / Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL
E.AUBERGER - Patrick BRUEL - J-Y.D'ANGELO - M.KATCHÉ - K.RUSTAM
Gérard PRESGURVIC - Patrick BRUEL
Musique et texte Patrick BRUEL
Ed. 14 Productions / EMI Music
Translation : Cécile Vasseur
We had finished the concert at 2 a.m.
In my hotel's bedroom, I was fighting with the air conditioning
One more time I'm missing you, I'm at 5 hours drive of Paris
Then if I would leave now, I will be at 9 am in your bed
I slipped into my jean, my sport shoes and my jacket
And I directly left without to wonder
On the road it's wet, I've got eyes full of sleep
I drank 14 coffees my heart is waking up
I spent so many times to look behind
To collect any kind of ephemeral stories
But in every smile I was searching for your look
But in every look al the rest was black
But I'm driving towards you even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there, even if you don't wait for me
But I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there
First station, desire of phoning to you
To do as a surprise for you, to say that I am going to arrive
I don't dare to dial your number, I'm afraid of waking you up
In addition you may not be alone, and this could annoy me
I've not open a magazine without seeing your picture
I've not played a note without seeing you in the piano
Done everything to try to meet you by chance
I was pretending of nothing when I was meeting your look
I was walking with girls, I was trying anything
To make you react to make you looking towards me
But at this stupid game, I get into a tangle
But as this stupid game, even if you never win
But I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there
I'm driving towards you
I will wait for the time needed
But I will always be there
Imagine I tell you that I'm arriving in one hour
I'd look like quite stupid with my butter' croissants
Mainly if we are three and we have to share
And that in addition you ask me to get some fresh air in a detached manner
Now I'm here on your door-step
My doubts and my fears, the devil take him
I'd like so much to give you what you can't keep
I'd like so much so much that we try to try
I'm driving, driving towards you, even if you don't see me
Even if you are never there, even if you don't wait for me
But I'm driving towards you, I'll wait for the required time
But I'll always be there and I know that you'll wait for me...
Lyrics and Music Gérard PRESGURVIC
Translation : S.
On the wall, a few photos
Without any thumbtacks, they'll soon fall down
There's really not much left
Just an address and these few shots
chorus
In this flat we've loved each other
Now that I have to leave
I start to remember it
Love was there n° 33
A room looking out onto a backyard
And 40 dollars a month
Love was there n° 33
It was love but we didn't know it
- chorus -
And the sketches we drew on aluminium
And the Choc'soup, my God, how many have we eaten ?
There's really not much left
Just an address and these few shots
- chorus -
I've so much travelled in this flat
That all the maps of the world won't do better
I've spend my youth with a girl in a two-rooms
If it's over today
There are flats elsewhere
If it's over today
There are flats elsewhere
Over...
Now that I have to go
I start to remember it
(...)
Now that I have to go...
Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC
Lyrics and Music Patrick BRUEL
Translation : S.
In my mind, I've hidden
My fears, my failures
I've put deep into my heart
All the evenings of resentment
I've given smiles when I had nothing to say
So many times, I've played roles
That didn't suit me
I've made up my eyes
Invented blue skies
To those who wanted to understand
To those who wanted to wait for me
I've looked for tenderness
But without leaving any address
Today I'm here
With deep into me
Two faces, two faces
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left
In this world whatever you can do
You come down tails or you step back
Running everywhere
To cure an absence
Turning on roulettes
Where there are just the words "maybe"
Ghost casinos
Where you have to play for good
A passing father, a missing father
But I'll break the bank open
Front view, front view
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left
In this world whatever you can do
You come down tails or you step back
Front view, front view
Feeling like being in front view
Two faces, two faces
The one you give, the one you hide
Front view, front view
You lose and somebody takes your place
Looking at oneself in the mirror
As long as there's place left
Patrick BRUEL - David MOREAU / Patrick BRUEL - Etienne AUBERGER
Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC
Ed. EMI Music
Musique et texte Gérard PRESGURVIC
See you soon (A tout à l'heure)version live Olympia 1987
Musique et texte Patrick BRUEL
Ed. 14 Productions
Translation : Cécile Vasseur
I really wanted to tell you
That all the things I wrote
My songs, my memories
I found them here
I really wanted to tell you
I was afraid of coming
Here on my own, in front of you
To this funny appointment
In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences
I came by chance, game or curiosity
I've seen some possibilities in your looks
The evenings I was scared
You looked at me and you loved
Every mistake I made
In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences
In all our habits, there's only one resemblance
It's this loneliness, that makes our differences
I'm not going to tell you, goodbye
I'm not going to tell you, farewell
Or that we're going to see us again
It's will be a funny game
Now it's time to leave
I keep at the back of my heart
your letters and your smiles
See you soon