Rufus Wainwright
Quand Vous Mourez de Nos Amours (Bonus Track)
Talk.
I not very advanced with my french...
... but the tune and the swaying rhythm, together with Rufus' confident vocal blows me away. It can drive me to tears sometimes. *sob* Art
BTW it's written by Gilles Vigneault.
Passepartout translated it on the old board
http://boards.rufuswainwright.com/showflat.php?Cat=&Number=56036&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=6&o=&fpart=1
When you die of our loving, I will go into the garden and plant a flower that blooms in the early morning
Half metal, half paper, so it wounds my foot a little
Die of a very gentle death so that a flower may grow
When you die of our loving, I will compose a song with a tune of our times- a singing song for seven years
You will hear it, you will learn it, and your lips will thank me
Die of a very weary death so that I may compose it
When you die of our loving, the two books I shall write will be so beautiful that you can use them for your grave
And I, in turn, will lie down there, for I will die the same day
Die of a very tender death as you await them
When you die of our loving, I will take the key and hang myself on the hook of spoiled joys
And no one will know that we conquered those paths
Die of an exquisite death so that I may tell of them
When you die of our loving, if too little is left of me, don't ask me why
In the lies that follow we would be neither beautiful nor true
Die of a very lively death so that I may follow you
BTW it's written by Gilles Vigneault.
Passepartout translated it on the old board
http://boards.rufuswainwright.com/showflat.php?Cat=&Number=56036&page=0&view=collapsed&sb=6&o=&fpart=1
When you die of our loving, I will go into the garden and plant a flower that blooms in the early morning
Half metal, half paper, so it wounds my foot a little
Die of a very gentle death so that a flower may grow
When you die of our loving, I will compose a song with a tune of our times- a singing song for seven years
You will hear it, you will learn it, and your lips will thank me
Die of a very weary death so that I may compose it
When you die of our loving, the two books I shall write will be so beautiful that you can use them for your grave
And I, in turn, will lie down there, for I will die the same day
Die of a very tender death as you await them
When you die of our loving, I will take the key and hang myself on the hook of spoiled joys
And no one will know that we conquered those paths
Die of an exquisite death so that I may tell of them
When you die of our loving, if too little is left of me, don't ask me why
In the lies that follow we would be neither beautiful nor true
Die of a very lively death so that I may follow you
