Thursday, June 19, 2008

Les Passantes (a French chanson)

I'll say it here, and in the end a bit longer..it's FARRR stronger than what I feel at the moment, but I think it's beautiful and there's truth in it.

Georges Brassens - Les Passantes (the passers by)


I want to state that even after 5 years of classes..my French still sucks. So I translate the French as good as I know and with help of the Dutch translation I also got here (which isn't even as accurate as I would have made it..I think).

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I dedicate this poem
to all the women which you thought you loved
During a couple of secret moments
For them who you could barely(be able to)know
They awaited another destination/destiny
And thos who you never saw again

She who in a dark 'side street'
Passes along quickly
She disappears, cause nothing stays
But her tender, delicate silhouette
Was of such gracious 'level'
That you were pinned down

With whom you were in a train
Her eyes, a charming view/ Her face you'll never forget (don't know for sure which is best..)

The trip appeared so fast then
She'll understand you're single (alone)
But you let her get out anyway
You didn't even touch her (a saying...)

She danced (?) with such souplesse and grace
She seemed sad and nervous
That night on the carnaval
She didn't give up her name
And you never saw her
dance on another dance (ball..)

The beauty who recently got married
Her bed still so cold
They never were that much in love
she knows/sees it's 'a real shame' (or something along that line)
Only melancholy stays (only melancholic days)
A hopeless future

Images from a dear past
Disappearing hope, from days past (long ago)
Destined for oblivion
If luck seems to show up/appear
There's a big chance it'll hurt you
Those memories/moments go up in smoke

But if you continually know no love
it's understandable you're jalous
on the luck you could have had
on the kisses you could have gotten
on the hearts that (stopped??) waiting on you /Dutch transl. said: on the lips (coeurs is heart if I'm right though) that are now silent for you
on the eyes which you will never see again

Now, in your lonely nights
You rethink what time has brought you
The fantoms full of nostalgia/souvenirs..
The women who pass you by,
you see yourself standing on the side, trapped in melancoly


Hmm reading and translating this it is much stronger than I thought. A bit too much for what I wanted to say..but:
I'll go as far along as that there are so many beautiful women (probably counts the other way around to for women--> so many men) who seem to touch you for a moment. Some more than others, some stay longer than others. Sometimes you regret not having said the right thing or just anything. Life is full of meetings that end up in 'what-ifs'. Sometimes you regret it, sometimes you don't.

No, there is no big broken heart overhere or something, I just came along this poem while I was cleaning up (big time) and remembered that I kinda liked it and there is truth in there. I decided to keep it.

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4 Comments:

Anonymous handmaiden said...

It is a bit strong. You're still too young for all that retrospect.
Wait until you are 44 or 54 at least.

I still remember this boy I knew when I was 16. We thought we were in love for about a year. The house he lived in is about 100 miles from where I now live. I have occasion to pass by it about 4 times a year. I'm sure his family still lives there. I've been tempted over the years to stop & ask about him but I never have.

21 June 2008 at 06:06  
Blogger Arjan said...

exactly, there are more people to pass by when you're not even 25 yet :)

23 June 2008 at 02:11  
Blogger lastlifeinmyuniverse said...

i actually liked the poem. thanks for making me smile :)

26 June 2008 at 21:27  
Blogger Arjan said...

Always at your service ;)

27 June 2008 at 11:55  

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