Relay
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1972



You can hear it in the street 
See it in the dragging feet
The word is getting out about control 
Spies they're come and gone
The story travels on 
The only quiet place is inside your soul 

From tree to tree 
From you to me
Travelling twice as fast as on any freeway 
Ev'ry single dream 
Is wrapped up in the scheme 
They all get carried on the relay

"Pass it on" 

Someone disapproves 
Of what you say or do 
I was asked to see what I could learn you 
Don't believe your eyes
They're seeing only lies
What is done in the first place don't concern you 

From tree to tree...

Relay, things are brewing
Relay, something's doin' 
Relay, it's a revolution 
Relay, relay
Hand me down a solution! 

"Pass it on"

Clara
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours danser
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Il y a longtemps déjà
Il y a longtemps d'ennui
Il y a longtemps de toi

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours chanter
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Tombé au champ d'amour
Pour un prénom de fille
Qui m'avait dit toujours

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours tourner
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
De m'être trop trompé
De m'être trop meurtri
De m'être trop donné

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux me bousculer
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Fusillé par une fleur
Au poteau de son lit
De douze rires dans le cœur

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours crier
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Il y a mille soirs
Il y a mille nuits
Il n'y a plus d'espoir

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux bien me saouler
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
A Paris que j'enterre
Et depuis mille nuits
Dans le fond de mon verre

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux carnavaler
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Que la mort me console
La mort est par ici
La mort est espagnole

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Requiem Pour Un Con
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Écoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air-là
J'espère que tu aimes
C'est assez beau non
C'est le requiem pour un con

Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi
À ta mémoire de scélérat
C'est un joli thème
Tu ne trouves pas, non
Semblable à toi-même
Pauvre con

Voici les orgues
Qui remettent ça
Faut qu't'apprennes par cœur cet air-là
Que tu n'aies pas même
Une hésitation
Sur le requiem pour un con

Quoi tu me regardes
Tu n'apprécies pas
Mais qu'est-ce qu'y a là-dedans
Qui t'plaît pas
Pour moi c'est idem
Que ça t'plaise ou non
J'te l'rejoue quand même
Pauvre con

Écoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air-là
J'espère que tu aimes
C'est assez beau non
C'est le requiem pour un con
Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi
À ta mémoire de scélérat
Sur ta figure blême
Aux murs des prisons
J'inscrirai moi-même: «Pauvre con»

We Say Yeah!
((French Version: Dis-Moi Oui (Johnny Hallyday) - 1963))
Composer(s): Peter Gormley - Bruce Welch - Hank Marvin
First release by: Cliff Richard and The Shadows - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Mummy says no
Daddy says no
Brother says no
But they all got to go

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

If we didn't go ahead
And thought of all they said
Might as well give up, man
We might as well be dead

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Now we're moving to the front, baby
We'll sing another song
The older ones, they taught us
They're all dead and gone

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

We'll aim for the sky
And keep on shooting high
Forget about those problems baby
Don't just sit and sigh

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Umm, now mummy says yeah
And daddy says yeah
My brother says yeah
Maybe they're not so square

We all say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We all say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Clap For The Wolfman
Composer(s): Burton Cummings - Kurt Winter
Performer(s): The Guess Who
and multiple other artists



Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die

Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
They were friend's of mine
The highway's on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
Romance ain't keepin' me alive
I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
So I was left out in the cold
I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of"
She said "I don't want to know"
(Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's confidence of love")

Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
She hollers "slow, slow, slow"
"Baby I can stop right on a dime"
I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
But how was I to bide my time
I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
Said I'm about to overload
I said "you're what I've been livin' for"
She said "I don't want to know"
(WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "It's all accoridng to how your boogaloo situation stands, you understand")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "You ain't gonna get 'em, cuz I got 'em")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "You might wanna try, but I'm gonna keep 'em")
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
(WJ: "And I got 'em all")
Clap for the Wolfman

Requiem Pour N'Importe Qui
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Il est mort connue du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Un enfant de l'Andalousie
Ou un frère du soldat Schveik
Il est mort, la guerre est finie
On lui fait des funérailles
Chacun retourne à son travail
Il est mort et je suis en vie

Il est mort comme un feu de paille
ça s'est passé très loin d'ici
C'est loin l'Afrique et loin l'Asie
Des mercenaires et ses G.I.
Il est mort de n'avoir su vivre
Quand il fallait vivre à genoux
Noyé de sang, noyé de boue
La mort enfin l'a rendu libre

Il est mort comme du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Le frère de Théodoraki
Un enfant de Zorba le Grec
Il est mort, je suis en exil
Et je meurs un peu avec lui
Chaque fois que tombe la nuit
Sur le soleil du mois d'avril

Il est mort comme du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Le frère de Théodoraki
Un enfant de Zorba le Grec
Il est mort, je suis en exil
Et je meurs un peu avec lui
Chaque fois que tombe la nuit
Sur le soleil du mois d'avril

Il est mort, pitié pour ses cendres
Ce n'est ni l'heure ni l'endroit
Pour demander des comptes à rendre
Mais les mots viennent malgré moi

The Reflex
Composer(s): Roger Taylor - Simon Le Bon - John Taylor - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor
First release by: Duran Duran - 1983



You gone too far this time but I'm dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebody's fooling around with my chances on the dangerline
I'll cross that bridge when I find itanother day to make my stand
high time is no time for deciding if I should find a helping hand

so why don't you lose it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
the reflex is an only child he's waiting in the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark
I'm on a ride and I want to get off but they won't slow down the round about
I sold the renoir and the tv set don't want to be around when this gets out
the reflex is an only child he's waiting by the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does is an answer with a question mark
the reflex is an only child he's waiting by the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves me answered with a question mark
oh the reflex what a game he's hiding all the cards
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark

Clancy Of The Overflow
Composer(s): Banjo Patterson - Tony Latimer
Performer(s): Tony Latimer
and multiple other artists



I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better knowledge 
sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy of The Overflow"

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected
(And I think the same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote, and verbatim I will quote it
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are"

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving down the Cooper where the Western drovers go
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended
And at night, the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy
For the townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste

And I'd somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal 
But I'd doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy of The Overflow

Requiem For The Masses
Composer(s): Terry Kirkman
Performer(s): The Association



Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam
(Eternal rest, eternal rest)

Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full

At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground where he died
It was the last thing ever seen by him

Kyrie, Eleison
(Lord, have mercy on us)

Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full

At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And fell before the bull

Black and white were the figures that recorded him
Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the question that so bothered him
He never asked, he was taught not to ask
But was on his lips as they buried him

Rex tremendae majestatis
(King of tremendous majesty)

Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam

(Funeral cadence, drums)

The Red Lantern
Performer(s): Fred Fisher



The Chinese tell a story that's full of mystic glory
of the Orient, a tale of wonderment
by the temple walls, each night
they burn a red, red lantern bright 
to their ancient warrior maid they pray

From English sire descended her blood with China blended
eyes of Saxon blue, skin of yellow hue
at the call of war's command 
her heart turned to her Motherland
ever more they honor her and say

Shine on Red Lantern, through the gloomy night 
Over fields of white, Shine on Red Lantern
over poppies bright, where she sleeps tonight 
While temple bells to the God of war is calling
While thru the moonlight the yellow dragons crawling
Come with sword in hand, save your China land
Shine on Red Lantern, send your silver beams 
Over hills and streams
Shine on Red Lantern till the morning gleams
Wake her from her dreams
Sound the tom tom till they come
Beat the cymbal and the drum 
Shine on Red Lantern shine on

Clancy Lowered The Boom
Composer(s): Hy Heath - John Lange
Performer(s): Dennis Day
and multiple other artists



Now Clancy was a peaceful man
If you know what I mean
The cops picked up the pieces
After Clancy left the scene
He never looked for trouble
That's a fact you can assume
But never-the-less when trouble would press
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Leary was a fighting man
They all knew he was tough
He strutted 'round the neighborhood
A-shootin' off his guff
He picked a fight with Clancy
Then and there he sealed his doom
Before you could shout "O'Leary, look out!"
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Hollihan delivered ice
To Misses Clancy's flat
He'd always linger for a while
To talk of this and that
One day he kissed her
Just as Clancy walked into the room
Before you could say the time of day
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom!

Sure it was the most beautiful sight you ever did see 
when Clancy Lowered The Boom

Requiem For An Angel
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Jorma Kaukonen



Wait for tomorrow, it'll be better than today
Wait for tomorrow, child
and let it be the words that I say
Well the sun's gonna shine, ain't gonna change my mind, no way!
When that new day comes, I know I won't be seeing no grey
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy
I wouldn't lose my mind, but all I can find is trouble
Well, though the going gets rough, I just slide on by on the double
And though that highway calls, I fly through the sky like a bubble
Ah, when the new day comes I'll be feeling fine and traveling alone!
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy

The Real Truth
Composer(s): Steve Lukather - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): Steve Lukather



Disguise the emptiness, the disdain
Late calls, long halls with words no one hears
Reveals the loneliness and the years

Like going backwards in a revolving door
I don't know which way's out anymore

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith
Just ask the sinner who fell from Grace
But things change and strange days can turn a point of view
Just time till eveyone gets their due

I may not save the world but I'll save myself
Can't depend on somebody else

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Clairette Et La Fourmi
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
Performer(s): Georges Brassens



J'étais pas l'amant de Clairette
Mais son ami
De jamais lui conter fleurette
J'avais promis
Un jour qu'on cardait ses chevrettes
Aux champs, parmi
L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes
Elle s'endormit
L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes
Elle s'endormit

Durant son sommeil, indiscrète
Une fourmi
Se glissa dans sa collerette
Quelle infamie!
Moi, pour secourir la pauvrette
Vite je mis
Ma patte sur sa gorgerette 
Elle a blêmi
Ma patte sur sa gorgerette 
Elle a blêmi

Crime de lèse-bergerette
J'avais commis
Par des gifles que rien n'arrête
Je suis puni
Et pas des gifles d'opérette
Pas des demies
J'en ai gardé belle lurette
Le cou démis
J'en ai gardé belle lurette
Le cou démis

Quand j'ai tort, moi, qu'on me maltraite
D'accord, admis!
Mais quand j'ai rien fait, je regrette
C'est pas permis
Voilà qu'à partir je m'apprête
Sans bonhomie
C'est alors que la guillerette
Prend l'air soumis
C'est alors que la guillerette
Prend l'air soumis

Elle dit, baissant les mirettes 
"C'est moi qui ai mis
Au-dedans de ma collerette
Cette fourmi"
Les clés de ses beautés secrètes
Ell' m'a remis
Le ciel me tombe sur la crête
Si l'on dormit
Le ciel me tombe sur la crête
Si l'on dormit

Je suis plus l'ami de Clairette
Mais son promis
Je ne lui contais pas fleurette
Je m'y suis mis
De jour en jour notre amourette
Se raffermit
Dieu protège les bergerettes
Et les fourmis!
Dieu protège les bergerettes
Et les fourmis!

Réquiem
Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez



Disfruté tanto tanto cada parte
y gocé tanto tanto cada todo
que me duele algo menos cuando partes
porque aquí te me quedas de algún modo

Ojalá nunca sepas cuanto amaba
descubrirte los trillos de la entrega
y el secreto esplendor con que esperabas
tu reclamo de amor que ya no llega

Anda, corre donde debas ir
anda, que te espera el porvenir
Vuela
que los cisnes están vivos
mi canto está conmigo
no tengo soledad

Si uno fuera a llorar cuando termina
no alcanzaran las lágrimas a tanto
nuestras horas de amor casi divinas
es mejor despedirlas con un canto

Anda, corre donde debas ir
anda, que te espera el porvenir
Vuela
que los cisnes están vivos
mi canto está conmigo
no tengo soledad

Ne Raccroche Pas
((Adapted from: Don't Hang Up (The Orlons) - 1962))
Composer(s): Dave Appell - Barry Mann - Ralph Bernet
Performer(s): Sheila - 1963



Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

J'ai téléphoné vainement
Chez toi depuis un long moment
J'ai eu peur que tu n' rentres pas
Ne raccroche pas
Je suis heureuse d'entendre enfin ta voix

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Hier, lorsque l'on s'est quittés
J'ai refusé d'être embrassée
Mais je t'en prie, ne m'en veux pas
Ne raccroche pas!
Je serai plus gentille la prochaine fois

J'étais loin de penser
Qu'à toi je rêverais
Je ne suis plus une petite fille
Non, ne ris pas au bout du fil

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne fais pas cette grosse voix
J'ai là, tout à côté de moi,
Le tout dernier disque du mois
Ne raccroche pas
Écoute-le pour voir s'il te plaira

Alors, c'est vrai?
Vrai qu'il te plaît?

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Pour moi, c'est la première fois
Que mon cœur connaît cette joie
Je t'en prie, ne me déçois pas
Ne raccroche pas
Dis-moi plutôt quand on se reverra

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne raccroche pas! No, no
Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no

Ne raccroche pas!

The Real Me
Composer(s): Harlan Howard
Performer(s): Jan Howard



All you ever see in me is the clown
I'm just someone who's a lot of fun
To have around
And I'd lose you if I told you
I love you desperately
What a pity you'll never see
The real me

You see, there's really two of me
And one of me is lonely as can be
But she hides when you're about
And the other one, she comes out

But keep it light, keep it gay
Don't let him know
By look, word or action, how I feel
Oh, I'd lose you if I told you
I love you, so hopelessly
What a pity you'll never see
The real me

What a pity you'll never see
The real me

Claire
((Adapted from: Clair (Gilbert O'Sullivan) - 1972))
((Finnish Version: Clair (Fredi) - 1973))
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan - Karel Vereertbrugghen
Performer(s): Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans - 2003



Claire
Het klinkt misschien wat ordinair
Maar 'k heb huisgerief en meubilair
Dus trouw toch met mij, en maak me eens blij

Als prins, word ik dikwijls gekoeioneerd
door mijn pa en mijn ma geblameerd
Maar met jou aan mijn zij, voel ik me vrij

Oh Claire, je landmetersharen los in de wind
Je Waals-Engels lachje maakt me blijgezind

Jou in mijn armen, 't is alsof ik herleef
Van al mijn honden ben jij mijn allerschattigste teef
Oh Claire, Claire

Claire
Je stond al een keer in de Flair
Je wordt vast nog heel populair
Nog meer dan mijn zus, want da's een dooi mus

Oh Claire, straks maak ik jou tot mijn droomprinses
Dan maak ik je ook nog eens een kind of zes

Ik zal je helpen bij de was en de vaat
En ik zal Wendy vergeten en ik kom nooit te laat
Oh Claire, Claire

Claire
We zijn gewoon complementair
Jij bent flinterdun
En ik zit goed in 't vet
En jij werkt voor een loon
En ik krijg doodgewoon een dotatie

Samen met jou voor het altaar staan
Moedig verbijt ik een prinsentraan

Al sturen de meeste koningshuizen hun kat
Ach, ik vind dat niet zo erg want ik hou veel van de dieren, schat
Mijn Claire

Rosalyn
Composer(s): Jimmy Duncan; Bill Farley
Performer(s): The Pretty Things;
and various other artists



Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been
All the night and all the day
Hide and seek's the game you play
Treat me as sure as sin

Oh Rosalyn, yeah Rosalyn

Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?

Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn

Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me
When I'm holding you so tight
It's so hard to say goodnight
It's you that I love now can't you see?

Do you really love me, do you love me true
Do you really love me Rosalyn?
Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn

Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know
Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Rosalyn
Yeah Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, Rosalyn, ooh-yeah, ah

Repose Mon Passé
Performer(s): Franck Fernandel



Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ton abîme
Sur le lit des regrets
D'où jamais je le sais
Tu ne reviendras plus
J'ai cru te posséder
Dans des instants d'ivresse
Et je suis ta victime
Victime qui te dit
Adieu et puis merci
Des joies que j'ai connues
J'ai le coeur plein de rides
La tristesse est en moi
Et mes mains restent vides
Puisque tu n'es plus là
Repose mon passé
Repose ma jeunesse
Au fond de ma détresse
Et tous les lendemains
M'éloignent un peu plus
De mes années perdues
Et toi mon amour
Toi que j'aimais tant
Va sans t'inquiéter
Sans te retourner
Que le poids léger
De tes vingt ans
Soit ton seul fardeau
Ton seul tourment

Repose mon passé
Avec mes amours mortes
Au creux de ma mémoire
Sous le poids des tourments
Alourdi par les ans
Qui partent sans retour
Mon coeur est une plaie
Que rien ne réconforte
Et ne pouvant plus croire
Aux rêves d'avenir
C'est dans le souvenir
Que je cherche un secours
Je n'ai plus rien au monde
Puisque tu es partie
Et dans mon coeur qui gronde
Monte une voix qui dit:
"Rendez-moi mon passé
Rendez-moi ma jeunesse
Et prenez tout le reste
Mes trésors et mes biens
Car je ne veux plus rien
Rien d'autre que l'amour
Non rien d'autre que l'amour"