Sync Different

Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say , I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you,
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say, I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you,
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BoogieBoogie down
Dance
Come on dance
BoogieUhBoogie
OhuhBoogieBoogie down

BoogieBoogie

Si tu crois que je t'aime un jour
Ne crois pas que c'est pour toujours
Tout les mots sont toujours de tropOui je sais c'est

moi le plus beau ,carJe suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro
Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S

Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau

Allergique aux sentimentsRange les donc avec tes calmantsTu sent pas comme une drôle d'odeur?J’aime pas l'amour,J’aime pas l'amour, car
Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau un vrai S
Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro
Je suis un SJ’y peux rien j'ai ça dans la peau
Je suis un S.Un vrai un beau super zéro

Been laying low, my head downHaven’t stopped to look aroundIn a while, I’mHolding on to something
But I can’t tell you what
Left me thinking you were
All that I had
Oh I wanted you, so bad
Oh let me goOh let me go
Spent so much time pretendingThat I didn’t mind when you’dLift me up so high,Just to say goodbye againCan’t pretend that I didn’t feel the thrillBut you left me
Lonely still
Oh let me goOh let me go
And everytime I’d try
Oh I couldn’t catch your eye
And I
Grew so tired of the
Shadow by my sideThat ICouldn’t help butPack away my timeAnd reclaim, what was mine
Oh let me goOh let me go
Oh, too much time on my hands
Couldn’t seem to keep you backOh, too much time on my hands
And now all I can do is ask
Oh let me goOh let me go x3

I left home when I was 17Just to see if the grass was really green4 years deep of things left behindbut you know I’ve got it all still on my mind
Bet you’ve already heard a song like thisOne that ends in that perfect farewell kissBut I won’t play that same old gameNot that flawless role we all seem to wanna play
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I love you now that you want me toAnd that’s not something I usually doDigging up the roots of this old oak treeIs just a little harder than I thought it’d be
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame
I gave you the key to let yourself inTo that secret place nobody’s ever beenYou peaked your head inside and looked aroundI can only hope you won’t let me down
I don’t know if you seeJust how much you mean to meSo let me know what you findIn this sheltered heart of mine
In your hands my heavy heartNowhere to put all the shameGive me back my fragileness
And please take some of the blame

Life’s become so fragile
now that I care
But I guess that means that I’m
Getting somewhere
Remember the time
Laying in your bedWhen you told me that you loved me
And you stroked my head

And I stared out the open window
I’d even told you
That one night howWords don’t mean a thing
But it’s alright
Cause every time
I open my mouth
And I wanna tell you something
But something else comes out

But do you know that I need you nowI’m trying to tell you but I don’t know how
So much frustration in my
Untidy roomThat you thoughtfully went andGot me a broom
But inside my room
Is a messy mind that isTangled and twisted
And untied

You know that I’m not too organisedI’m trying to be but I don’t have the time
The cement in my headWas making me sinkBut you pulled me up
and it hurts a little less to think
So life’s a little fragile
But I guess it always isWhen you’ve got some sort of reasonThat makes you wanna live
But will you share a bit of the weightI’ve carried it with me for 21 years straight

Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same
Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me
Stay with me in silence
I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along
Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news

Oh leave the curtains drawn
And don’t bother staying onLet me pretend that I’m not myself
For a little while, seeThen I’m back on my feetIn the same old skin I know so well
Oh leave me in my little tuneI promise I’ll be back soon
Oh it’s hard to get byWhen you’re afraid to crySo you close your lips and cast your eyes down
You’ve got so much to tell
And so much to yellSo why do you whisper still
Will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore
Oh and everytime you’re hereNo I don’t want you near,But I can’t take it when you’re gone
So leave me for a while
But leave me with a smileSo that I know you’ll be back for more
Oh please be patient with meThis is not how I wanted to be

Oh I’ll always be there
To show you that I careBut I’m just not very good with words
So I hope you’ll understand
That a squeeze of my hand
Means that I’m all yours
Oh please be patient with me
This is not how I wanted to be

And will you tell me if you get boredAnd you don’t feel like staying anymore

I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company
to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long

Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris.
Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !

English translation :

MON PARADIS
My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris
A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain se ranimeComme au ciné ou dans les magazinesUn reflet de vousVos yeux qui m’entraînentVotre charme de ParisienneVotre silhouette sur la mienneUn reflet de vous,Votre taille fineDéjà je vous imagine...Au volant de votre DauphineEntre Paris et Morzine

Un reflet de vous dans la vitrineEt mon cœur soudain s’illumineDu bout des yeux je vous devineUn sourire de vous,Vos fines moustachesQui se reflètent dans la glaceEt ce bonheur qui me dépasseUn veston croisé,Le regard en coinVotre charme parisienUn reflet de vous, je vous vois sur l’heureFringant sur votre scooter

Un reflet de nousDedans la vitrineLe destin qui se dessineAu volant d’une limousineNous partirons pour la Chine(Adieu, partons pour la Chine)


English translation :
UN REFLET DE VOUS


Your réflection in the windowAnd my heart leaps upLike in the movies or in the magazinesYour reflectionYour eyes enchant meYour Parisian charmYour silhouette on mineYour reflectionYour slim waistAlready I imagine you…At the wheel of your DauphineBetween Paris and Morzine
Your reflection in the windowAnd my heart suddenly brightensWith a glimpse I make you outYour smileYour fine moustacheReflected in the mirrorAnd the happiness
I can but imagineA double-breasted jacketA sidelong glanceYour Parisian charmYour reflection, I see you straight awayA dashing image on your scooter

Your reflectionIn the windowDestiny is drawnAt the wheel of a limousineWe’re off to the China

ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon
ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir
ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie
ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi

ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour
Qui ne durera pas toujours

ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin
ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution
ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon
ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments


English translation :

PARIS
ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts
ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side
ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ
Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you
ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever
ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving
To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work
ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution
ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers

unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon
ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals

Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète
Qui t’a fait perdre la tête
?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit
Levant les yeux je me dis
:
Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis

Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage

Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom
Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte

English translation :
Moulin de La Galette
You couldn’t love meLike you should
Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself:
As long as
Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette
shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise
Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)

On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.

Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.

Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or


English translation :
PARIS TOUJOURS
In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss
On a station platform

Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day
Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold

C’est fini
Mon chériC’est finiC’est la vieJe m’ennuieMais je t’oublieC’est la vieTant pis
Nous n’irons plus dans cette chambre bleueAvec un balcon sur la merNous n’aurons plus tous ces matins grisEnlacés mais solitaires


English translation :

It’s over
That’s lifeIt’s overMy darlingThat’s lifeI am boredBut I forget youThat’s lifeToo bad
We’ll never go again to that blue roomWith a balcony over the seaWe’ll never again see those grey morningsEntwined but alone

Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer
Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs
Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie
Et les hommes aussi
Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts
M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes
Pour une ballade
A bicyclette


English translation :
Les Jambes des Femmes
Ladies’s legs
Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea

Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits
Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress
They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men
My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always

readyFor a bicycle ride

La vie n'est pas facile, pour une gamine de seize ansqui n'a plus de famille, et encor' moins d'argent,Elle coup' et coud toute la semaine à l'atelier des mouchoirs,mais le dimanche elle est reine de la danse au bal du soir.

Tourne vire, virevolte, la belle d'un pied léger,tourne vire, virevolte, c'est venu le temps d'aimer.

Elle a jolie frimousse, et le coeur innocent,des rêves qui la poussent vers un prince charmant,et c'est en mai qu'il lui arrive, l'invite pour un pas de deux
D'une valse il l'enivre et les voilà amoureux.

Ils se sont mariés, ont brûlé la belle saisonla guerre est déclarée, il doit par-tir au front!A la gare ils se quittent en agitant leur mou-choir,"Je reviendrai bien vit' et je t'écrirai chaque soir"

Sur le chemin des Dames, le voilà soudain foudroyé,elle n'a pas assez de larmes pour son malheur noyer,mais pour la vie jolie grisette tu ne peux t'enfermer,
dimanche à la guinguette tu retourneras danser.


English translation :
Twirl

Life is not easy for a girl of sixteenWho’s got no family and no moneyShe cuts and sews all week long in the handkerchief factoryBut on Sundays she is the queen of the ball
Spin, turn, twirl, the light-footed beautySpin, turn, twirl, the time has come to love
She has a cute little face, and a pure heartDreaming of her prince charmingAnd in May he arrives, invites her to a pas de deuxWith a waltz he steals her heart, and they are lovers
They got married, lived life to the full,
war is declared, he must leave for the frontat the station they say their goodbyes waving the handkerchiefs“I’ll be back soon, and I’ll write every night
On the Chemin des Dames, he is suddenly struckShe has not enough tears to drown her sadness,But don’t lock yourself away pretty girlNext Sunday you will be back dancing at the guinguette.

Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent «
Bonjour
!
»«
Hello
! Tu viens chéri
?
»«
Tu seras mon homme
»«
Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid
»«
Tu pourras admirer Paris
»Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin

Pour les gens qui portentLe «
chic parisien
»Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse
:Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès

coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit
:
Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n
‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris


English translation :
LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS
People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say
«
Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man
»”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me
Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris

On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me
Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris