Cabaret Noir

Here's another story
To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl
Who said yes to the night found
Herself at the "hotel sunrise"
"Room number twenty-five, please"
A man was standing by her side

So that night she slept with him
His name was Tim
She spent the night with him
She can't remember what happened
His name was Tim
She just spent the night with him

Here's another story
Made of love, a noir, a tale of crime, the morning
After without life a man was found in the room Twenty-five
The police could not believe there were her lips marks on his skin

Was it her the one who killed
His name was Tim
She spent the night with him
She can't believe what she did
His name was Tim
Who knows who killed him

In the clear
June lighting of a
Sunday morning she lies

A soundless dream
Blows into her sleeping head

The way she
Drops from her chaos
And slides to his smiling

A warm wet summer breeze blows
Into her lying down head
The water, veil
Under the unminding sky
Now she lies
Innocent and still
Between two grains of sand

Nothing is there but white sun
The silent tide holds her softly
Only the waves last forever
She's only a watercolour

Nothing is there but white sun
The silent tide holds her softly
Only the waves last forever
She's only a watercolour

Vient le nuage
Un soir de demi-brume
Les cafes gonflent de fumee
Le petit homme qui chante
Dans le verre de biere
Du plus bel abandon
Devant soi soudain
Vents et maree
Le miroir brise

Vient la nuit sous le pont qui brille
Sous la lune encore un peu de vin
Sur le chemin d'un marin
Qui a quitte la mer au fond du temps
Et voila le soleil

C'est une chanson
A vendre illusion
Ballade pour un nuage
A faire des mirages

C'est une chanson
A vendre illusion
Ballade pour un nuage
A faire des mirages

Chanson oubliee
Un peu demodee
La nostalgie inconnue
Pour le temps perdu

Float
Without rest
Like the space
Between
The nightwalker's eyes

Lost
In its caves
Then I stopped
Climbed the bank
To see the game

Summer red fragrances around the lids
Green fishes flickering under the skin...

A moonless night
On the first snow
Love wore a face
Charming but strange
Eyes without lids
You

Time flew away
From here and there
I did not see
Eternity

Above a sea
Of golden faces
Silence and cold
Of lunar grace
I ate a star
You

Never the same
Leaf'll turn again

I did not see
Eternity

In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
and a prince and a big purple bear.
Lives my favorite girl,
unaware of the worried frowns
we weary grown ups all wear.
In the sun she dances to silent music,
songs that are spun of gold
somewhere in her own little head.
Someday all too soon
she'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
and her prince and that silly old bear.
When she goes they will cry
as she whispers "Good-bye."
They will miss her I fear
but then so will I.

I can not be certain of
Any event or place
Moving without effort
We will do the job for you
You've seen a strawberry
Mr Robinson behave
Mr President says
That everything is under control

We normally use
Only ten percent of our minds
Try the new color-stay lipstick
That won't dry your lips
Nothing seems true today
But the death of the golden fish

Radio control
No will Tv
Media control
You are not free
You are not free

I choose not to choose life
And the reasons
There's no reason!
Who needs reasons
"To be or not to be"
Where is the point!
Drink "magic beer"
And be stronger
But who do you think you are
The cinema is an invention without a future

Radio control
No will Tv
Media control
You are not free

I can not be certain of
Any event or place
Radio control
...
You've seen a strawberry
Mr Robinson behave
Everything is under control
"To be or not to be"
Where is the point!
Radio control
No will Tv
Media control
We normally use
Only ten percent of our minds
Try the new color-stay lipstick
That won't dry your lips