I seem to be taking breaks from studying by translating French things.<\/p>\n
Anyway, this is a lovely song which I heard on the radio in Québec; I’ve since bought the CD (it was on sale at Future Shop. Yes, they have Future Shop in Québec.)<\/p>\n
Je grille une cigarette
\nJe suis du bois d’allumette
\nQui se consume et je pr\u00e9sume
\nQue tout chemin se termine
\nAutant pour prince que pour vermine
\nLa vie est ainsi faite<\/p>\n
\nI smoke a cigarette
\nI’m a matchstick
\nthat burns up, and I’d guess
\nthat every road ends
\nfor the prince as it does for the bums
\nSuch is life<\/p><\/blockquote>\nOr que tout est b\u00eate
\nTout est vain et inutile
\nLorsqu’\u00e9puis\u00e9, fatigu\u00e9
\nLe corps n’est plus qu’un autre projectile
\nPropuls\u00e9 depuis matin
\nJusqu’au soir en bus, en train
\nJe sais qu’un coeur peut s’arr\u00eater pour moins<\/p>\n\nBut, everything’s so stupid
\nEverything’s done in vain, useless
\nWhen you’re exhausted, tired
\nYour body’s just another projectile
\nThat’s been going since morning
\nUntil night on the bus, on the train
\nI know that hearts have stopped for less\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\nImparfait
\nLe monde est imparfait
\nImparfait<\/p>\n\nImperfect
\nThe world’s imperfect
\nImperfect\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\nLe vent est si tendre sur midi
\nTu es septembre sur Paris
\nJe pense \u00e0 toi, \u00e7a fait du bien
\nToi dans ta ville et moi transsib\u00e9rien
\nQui t’aime et qui t’adore
\nPuis qui se hait d’aimer si fort
\nL’amour est comme je le redoutais<\/p>\n\nThe wind’s so gentle at noon
\nYou’re September in Paris
\nI think of you, it does me good
\nYou in your city, and me, trans-siberian (???)
\nWho loves you, who adores you
\nThen hates herself for loving you so much
\nLove is what I feared it would be\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\nImparfait
\nL’amour est imparfait
\nImparfait<\/p>\n\nImperfect
\nLove is imperfect
\nImperfect<\/p><\/blockquote>\nImparfait
\nLe monde est imparfait
\nImparfait
\nL’amour est imparfait
\nImparfait
\nLe monde est imparfait
\nImparfait<\/p>\n\nImperfect
\nThe world’s imperfect
\nImperfect
\nLove is imperfect
\nImperfect
\nThe world’s imperfect
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