I was driving to work this morning, and heard this sad song, and it intrigued me so much I had to find out more about it. My friend Google helped me.
Freedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing
And now that it’s here
Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting
But the nights we stayed up all too late
The red and white stripes, they would blend
Them warm, washed-out lips
Ripped magazines to you
Is all I could send
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c’est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Avec moi, avec toi, avec coeur,
Avec un et c’est pris
Nos têtes, nos langues,
Nos oreilles étaient toujours remplies
Mais les histores et chansons de la perte d’innocence
M’ont tellement hanté
Que j’ai remis mes mains dans mes poches
Et ma langue dans ma propre tête
(translation)
My heart is strong
Lost all power
With me, with you, with heart,
With all that is taken
Our heads, our language,
Our ears were still filled
But history and songs of loss of innocence
I was so haunted I put my hands in my pockets
And held my tongue
(My French is quite rusty, but I think I got it)
Troubled heart folded
And doubled right over
Mon coeur, c’est fort
Perdu tout pouvoir
Make wrong things right
You get down to the level
‘Cause bad things ces sont bigger than you
by Land of Talk
Great song, thanks for the translation too. If your French is rusty, mine is even rustier. I take it you have not talked with Stacey since the phone call? Stay strong, my friend. You will get through this and smile once more.
Yes, for some reason that song touched me.
No, I haven’t talked with her, tomorrow she is supposed to come over.