Paul Mauriat - The Definitive Collection [compilation] (2004) by Paul Mauriat (보컬) on maniadb.com

Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I'm without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away

Red, red, my eyes are red
Crying for you alone in my bed
Green, green, my jealous heart
I doubted you and now we're apart

When we met how the bright sun shone
Then love died, now the rainbow is gone

Black, black, the nights I've known
Longing for you so lost and alone

Tombe la neige

Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Tombe la neige

Et mon coeur s'habille de noir

Ce soyeux cortege

Tout en larmes blanches

L'oiseau sur la branche

Pleure le sortilege



Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Me crie mon d?espoir

Mais tombe la neige

Impassible manege



Tombe la neige

Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Tombe la neige

Tout est blanc de d?espoir

Triste certitude

Le froid et l'absence

Cet odieux silence

Blanche solitude



Tu ne viendras pas ce soir

Me crie mon d?espoir

Mais tombe la neige

Impassible manege

Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending on beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
Or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind