Vrijdag 4 oktober 1974
Fortunate Son
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Fortunate Son
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Donderdag 3 oktober 1974
Great White Buffalo
Great White Buffalo
Composer(s): Ted Nugent
Performer(s): Ted Nugent
Well, listen everybody
to what I got to say
There's hope for tomorrow
Ooh, we're workin' on today
Well, it happened long time ago
in the new magic land
The Indian and the buffalo
they existed hand in hand...
The Indian needed food
he needed skins for a roof
But he only took what they needed, baby
Millions of buffalo were the proof
Yeah, it's all right
But then came the white man
with his thick and empty head
He couldn't see past the billfold
he wanted all the buffalo dead
It was sad... It was sad
Oh yeah... yes indeed
Oh yes
it happened a long time ago, baby
In the new magic land
See, the Indian and the buffalo
they existed hand in hand
The Indians, they needed some food
and some skins for a roof
They only took what they needed, baby
millions of buffalo were the proof, yeah
But then came the white dogs
with their thick and empty heads
They couldn't see past the billfold
they wanted all the buffalo dead
Everything was so sad
When I looked above the canyon wall
some strong eyes did I see
I think it's somebody comin' around
to save my ass, baby
I think... I think he's comin' around
to save you and me
Boys...
I said, above the canyon wall...
strong eyes did glow
It was the leader of the land, baby
Oh My God
The Great White Buffalo...
Look Out!!!! Look Out!!!!!!!
Well, he got the battered herd
He led 'em cross the land
With the Great White Buffalo
they gonna make a final stand
The Great White Buffalo
comin' around to make a final stand
Well, look out here he comes
The great white buffalo, baby
The Great White Buffalo...
Look out, here he comes
He's doin' all right
Makin' everything all right
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Donderdag 3 oktober 1974
Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou
Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou
((Adapted from: Cervo A Primavera (Riccardo Cocciante) - 1980))
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol - Leo Driessen - Han Kooreneef
Performer(s): Marco Borsato - 1995
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Voorbij zijn alle jaren
Waarin ik heb geloofd
Dat wij gelukkig waren
En nu het leven weer van mij is
Mijn hart sinds lange tijd weer vrij is
Ben ik zo blij dat het voorbij is, oh oh
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Je hoeft niet te proberen
Om hier te blijven staan
En mij te domineren
Ik heb teveel moeten verduren
Ik heb genoeg van al je kuren
Dus is het tijd je weg te sturen
oh oh oh oh oh
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Voorbij zijn alle nachten
Dat ik hier heel alleen
Op jou heb zitten wachten
Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen
Besodemieterd en bedrogen
Dus droog de tranen in je ogen
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Je hebt me keihard voorgelogen
Besodemieterd en bedrogen
Dus droog de tranen in je ogen
Ik leef niet meer voor jou
Dus donder nou maar op
Ik kan er niet meer tegen
En als je weg wilt gaan
Is dat alleen een zegen
Te vaak heb jij mij laten zakken
Ik heb genoeg van al je makken
Je moet gewoon je spullen pakken
ah ah ah nee
ik leef niet meer voor jou
`T is voorbij
Ja voorbij
Voor jou
Voor mij
`T is voorbij
Donderdag 3 oktober 1974
Fortuna
Fortuna
Composer(s): Renato Zero; P. Pintucci
Performer(s): Renato Zero
Di troppo amore s'impazzisce se mai...
Se mai d'amore ti ubriacherai
...Ride il demonio delle tue virtù
se scopre che a letto, il demonio sei tu
Come mai, godi e poi...scompari?
La verità, in una sporca bugia
volevi il corpo e non la mente mia!
Anche il coraggio ti può dire di no...
Io, un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no!
Io finirei...fra i sensi tuoi, mi perderei!!!
Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
Lasciami ai voli miei!
...Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò...
finché tu dirai no!
No, a chi di vivere ha paura!
No, a chi amerà una volta sola!
Fortuna, c'era atmosfera!
Fortuna, fu una pazzia...
Fortuna! Fortuna, io ci credevo!
...E mentre nascevo, io stavo morendo
ma non mi arrendevo!
Porta via il tempo, tutto quello che sa...
Quel po' di orgoglio, la mia volontà...
Catene d'oro ai desideri che ho
per ritrovare un uomo o la sua ombra, non so!
Come mai, mi maledici e poi, rimani!
Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
Lascia che sia così!
Aspetterò, aspetterò, aspetterò...
finché tu dirai, no!
No! Se non conosci i sentimenti...
No! Se mi regali i tuoi rimpianti!
Fortuna è ridere ancora, mentre tu, te ne vai...
Fortuna! Fortuna? Quale Fortuna!?!?
Tenersi le mani, e giurare che poi
saremmo arrivati a domani!!!
Lasciami qui! Lasciami qui!
Magari è giusto così!!!
Un'abitudine, no! Un'abitudine, no!!!
Fortuna, che tu eri vera...
Fortuna...fu una pazzia... Fortuna!
Sicuro! Sicuro!!! Io resterò ancora in piedi: lo giuro!!!
Fortuna!!!
Woensdag 2 oktober 1974
Great Song Of Indifference
Great Song Of Indifference
Composer(s): Bob Geldof
Performer(s): Bob Geldof; Brendan Keeley
I don't mind if you go
I don't mind if you take it slow
I don't mind if you say yes or no
I don't mind at all
I don't care if you live or die
Couldn't care less if you laugh or cry
I don't mind if you crash or fly
I don't mind at all
I don't mind if you come or go
I don't mind if you say no
Couldn't care less baby let it flow
'Cause I don't care at all
Na na na,...
I don't care if you sink or swim
Lock me out or let me in
Where I'm going or where I've been
I don't mind at all
I don't mind if the government falls
Implements more futile laws
I don't care if the nation stalls
And I don't care at all
I don't care if they tear down trees
I don't feel the hotter breeze
Sink in dust in dying sees
And I don't care at all
Na na na,...
I don't mind if culture crumbles
I don't mind if religion stumbles
I can't hear the speakers mumble
And I don't mind at all
I don't care if the Third World fries
It's hotter there I'm not surprised
Baby I can watch whole nations die
And I don't care at all
I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind
I don't mind I don't mind
I don't mind at all
Na na na,...
I don't mind about people's fears
Authority no longer hears
Send a social engineer
And I don't mind at all
Woensdag 2 oktober 1974
Cervo A Primavera
Cervo A Primavera
((Dutch Version: Ik Leef Niet Meer Voor Jou (Marco Borsato) - 1995))
Composer(s): Riccardo Cocciante - Mogol
First release by: Riccardo Cocciante - 1980
E io rinascerò
cervo a primavera
oppure diverrò
gabbiano da scogliera
senza più niente da scordare
senza domande più da fare
con uno spazio da occupare
E io rinascerò
amico che mi sai capire
e mi trasformerò
in qualcuno che non può più fallire
una pernice di montagna
che vola eppur non sogna
in una foglia o una castagna
E io rinascerò
amico caro amico mio
e mi ritroverò
con penne e piume senza io
senza paura di cadere
intento solo a volteggiare
come un eterno migratore
E io rinascerò
senza complessi e frustrazioni
amico mio ascolterò
le sinfonie delle stagioni
con un mio ruolo definito
così felice di esser nato
tra cielo terra e l'infinito
Woensdag 2 oktober 1974
Fortress Around Your Heart
Fortress Around Your Heart
Composer(s): Sting
Performer(s): Sting; Evening Star Orch.;
The London Symphony Orch.; Spectrum
Under the ruins of a walled city
Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light
No flags of truce, no cries of pity
The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the field's I'd known
I recognized the walls that I once made
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
Then I went off to fight some battle
That I'd invented inside my head
Away so long for years and years
You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
While the armies are all sleeping
Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
I had to stop in my track for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
This prison has now become your home
A sentence you seem prepared to pay
It took a day to build the city
We walked through its streets in the afternoon
As I returned across the fields where I'd once played
I had to stop in my tracks for fear
Of walking on the mines I'd laid
And if I built this fortress around your heart
Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
Then let me build a bridge
For I cannot fill the chasm
And let me set the battlements on fire
Dinsdag 1 oktober 1974
The Great Smoke Off
The Great Smoke Off
Composer(s): Shel Silverstein
Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Now in the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake
you probably knew her well
She was stoned fifteen
of her eighteen years
And her story was widely told
That she could smoke em faster
than anyone could roll
Well her legend finally reached New York
that grove street walk up flat
Where dwelt the Calistoga Kid
a beatnik from the past
He'd been rolling dope since time began
Now took a cultured poke
and said Jim I can roll em faster
than any chick can smoke
So a note gets sent to San Rafael
for the championship of the world
The kid demands a smoke off
Well bring him on says Pearl
I'll grind his fingers of his hands
He'll roll until he drops
Says Calistoga I'll smoke that chick
till blows up and pops
So they rent out Yankee Stadium
and the word is quickly spread
Come one come all who walk or crawl
Tickets just two lids a head
And from every town and hamlet
Over land and sea they speed
The worlds greatest dopers
with the worlds greatest weed
Hasishes from Marocco, hemp smokers from Peru
And the Schasnicks from Bagon
Who smoke the deadly pugaru
And those who call it light of life
And those that call it boo
See the dealers and their ladies
Wearing turquoise lace and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers
puffin all together
From the teenies who smoke legal
to the ones who've done some time
To the old man who smoked reefer
back before it was a crime
And the grand old house that Ruff built
is filled with the smokes and cries
of fifty screaming heads
all stoned out of their minds
And they play the national anthem
and the crowd lets out a roar
as the spotlight hits the Kid and pearl
ready for their smoking war
At a table piled high with grass
as high as a mountain peak
just top and buds of the rarest flowers
not one stem branch or seed
I mean a mowie a wowie a Panama red
Acapulco gold, keef from east Afghanistan
and that rare Alaska cold
and there's sticks from Thiland,games from the island
and Bangkok's blooming best and some of that wet imported shit
that capsized of Key west
There's wahokin pops and Kenya burn, and Reverie flors
and that rare Manhattan silver
that grows down the New York sewers
And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade
and sweet grapes by the bunches
and there's Hershey bars and Orios
in case anybody gets the munches
And the calastoga kid he smiles
and Pearly she just grins
And the drums roll low, and the crowd yells go go go
and the worlds first smoke off begins
Well the kid he flicks his fingers once
sot that first joint's rolled
Pearl takes one poke with her famous lungs
and whoosh that roach is cold
Then the kid he rolls his super bomb
that would paralyze a moose
and Pearl takes one mighty hip, that bombs defused
And then he rolls three in just ten seconds
and she smokes them up in nine
And everybody sits back and says hey
this just might take some time
See the blur of fling fingers
see the red coal burning bright
As the night turns into morning
and the morning fades to night
And the autumn turns to summer
and a whole damn year is gone
and the two still sit on that roach filled stage
smoking and Rollin'
with trembling hands he rolls his jays
with fingers blue and stiff
she coughs, and stares with blood shot gaze
and puffs through blistered lips
And as she reaches out her hand
for another stick of gold
The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch
there's nothing' left to roll"
"Nothin' left to roll?" screams Pearl
"Is this some twisted joke?"
"I didn't come here to fuck around, man
"I come here to Smoke!"
And she reaches 'cross the table
and she grabs his bony sleeves
And she crumbles his body between her hands
like dried and brittle leaves
Flicking' out his teeth and bones
like useless stems and seeds
Then she rolls him in a Zig Zag
and lights him like a roach
And the fastest man with the fastest hands
goes up in a puff of smoke
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearley Sweetcake
you probably know her well
She's been stoned twenty-one
of her twenty-four years
and the story's widely told
How she still can smoke them faster
than anyone can roll
While off in New York City
on a street that has no name
There's the hands of The Calistoga Kid
in the Viper Hall of Fame
And underneath his fingers
there's a little golden scroll
That says
"Beware of Bein' the Roller
When There's Nothin' Left to Roll"
Dinsdag 1 oktober 1974
Certified
Certified
Composer(s): Stuart Brower - Walter Ferguson - David James - Gary Talley
Performer(s): James Cotton
Down in the yard tryin' to fix my ride
Busted my knuckles and I went inside
Just made it worse I tried to fix up my hand
I aint much of a medicine man
Alot of things that i wanna do
That don't work out the way I want 'em to
One thing that I do just right
When it comes to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree
Doctor of love I got a PHD
If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
Come to me I'm certified
Out on the job and the bossman yell
Here we go again, I'm gonna catch some hell
He say if you screw up one more time
You'll be in the unemployment line
Alot of jobs that I can do
Even more I never too
One place I know I'm qualified
When I comes to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree
Doctor of love I got a PHD
If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
Come to me I'm certified
Nothin come easy and you know that's a fact
Workin for the man about to break my back
5 o'clock and the whistle blow
I'm the first on out the do'
You can bet I'll be headed home
Don't wanna leave my woman alone
One thing she says that I do just right
When it come to love I'm certified
Yes I got my degree
Doctor of love I got a PHD
If you some kind of lovin' that you never tried
I'm certified
Dinsdag 1 oktober 1974
Fortissimo
Fortissimo
Composer(s): Bruno Canfora; A. Wertmueller
Performer(s): Rita Pavone;
and various other artists
Pianissimo
Te lo dico pianissimo
Questo piccolo ciao
Sottovoce
Così nessuno capira'niente
E tu solamente tu capirai
Quanto sono innamorata di te
Pianissimo
Devo dirlo pianissimo
Questo piccolo ciao
Mi dispiace
Doverti dire solo ciao
Mentre in mezzo alla gente
Vorrei gridare
Fortissimo
Che ti amo
Fortissimo
Che ti ami di più
D'ogni cosa
Al mondo amore
Amo te...
Maandag 30 september 1974
The Great Rock Island Route
The Great Rock Island Route
Composer(s): J.A. Roff
From a rocky bound Atlantic, to a mild Pacific shore
From a fair and sunny southland to an ice-bound Labrador
There's a name of magic import and 'tis known the world throughout
'Tis a mighty corporation, called the great Rock Island Route
Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar
As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore
See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out
As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"
All great cities of importance can be found along its way
There's Chicago and Peoria and Rock Island so they say
With Davenport, and westward still is Council Bluffs far out
As a western termination of this Great Rock Island Route
To the great southwest another, and a mighty line they run
Reaching far famed Kansas City, Leavenworth and Atchison
Rich in beauty, power, and grandeur, and they owe it all no doubt
To the fact that they are stations, on the Great Rock Island Route
There's the "Northern Route," a daisy as you all can plainly see
To St. Paul, and Minneapolis, 'tis the famous "Albert Lea"
To the lakes of Minnesota, and all points there 'round about
Reached directly by no other, than the "Great Rock Island Route"
Now let music soft and tender, in its mystic power reveal
Praises to the "Great Rock Island," that the heart can only feel
And to swell the mighty chorus--comes the glad re-echoing shout
That for safety, time and comfort, take the "Great Rock Island Route"
Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar
As she dashes thro' the woodland, and speeds along the shore
See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out
As they speed along in safety, on the "Great Rock Island Route"
Maandag 30 september 1974
Takin' It To The Streets
Takin' It To The Streets
Composer(s): Michael McDonald
First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Maandag 30 september 1974
Forteresse
Forteresse
Composer(s): Brice Homs; Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
L'amour est une forteresse
Dont les murs sont faits de promesses
C'est là que dorment les amants
Cachés de tout, cachés du temps
Et quand leurs lèvres se rejoignent
C'est tout l'univers qui s'éloigne
Autour le silence est parfait
Comme un instant d'éternité
Tourne le... tourne le... tourne le temps
Tout autour des amants...
L'amour est une forteresse
Dont les murs sont faits de tendresse
Aussi fins qu'un papier de soie
Mais qui ne se déchirent pas
La peau et la peau qui se touchent
Les mots qui naissent sur la bouche
Disent tout bas comme un secret
Qu'on peut tout prendre et tout donner
Tourne le... tourne le... tourne le temps
Tout autour des amants...
L'amour est une forteresse
Qu'il faut réinventer sans cesse
Pour qui oublie de la rêver
Elle disparaît à tout jamais
Si devant vous des amants passent
Quoi qu'ils se disent ou quoi qu'ils fassent
Ne vous posez pas de question
L'amour a toujours ses raisons
Tourne le... tourne le... tourne le temps
Tout autour des amants...
Tourne le, tourne le, tourne le temps
Tout autour des amants...
Zondag 29 september 1974
The Great Pretender
The Great Pretender
Composer(s): Buck Ram
First release by: The Platters - 1955
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - Kun En Drømmer (Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann)
1975 - Jeg Har Kun Tre Tænder (Bamses Venner)
1984 - Mon Regret Le Plus Tendre (Dave)
1984 - Il Cantante Folle (Adriano Celentano)
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh-oh, yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I've played the game but to my real shame
You've left me to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around
Zondag 29 september 1974
Anak
Anak
Composer(s): Freddie Anguilar
Performer(s): Freddie Anguilar
Nang isilang ka sa mundong ito
Laking tuwa ng magulang mo
At ang kamay nila ang iyong ilaw
At ang nanay at tatay mo'y
Di malaman ang gagawin
Minamasdan pati pagtulog mo
At sa gabi'y napupuyat ang iyong nanay
Sa pagtimpla ng gatas mo
At sa umaga nama'y kalong ka
Ng iyong amang tuwang-tuwa sa iyo
Ngayon nga ay malaki ka na
Nais mo'y maging malaya
Di man sila payag
Walang magagawa
Ikaw nga ay biglang nagbago
Naging matigas ang iyong ulo
At ang payo nila'y sinuway mo
Di mo man lang inisip na
Ang kanilang ginagawa'y para sa iyo
Pagkat ang nais mo'y
Masunod ang layaw mo
Di mo sila pinapansin
Nagdaan pa ang mga araw
At ang landas mo'y naligaw
Ikaw ay nalulong sa masamang bisyo
At ang una mong nilapitan
Ang iyong inang lumuluha
At ang tanong,"anak, ba't ka nagkaganyan"
At ang iyong mata'y biglang lumuha ng di mo pinapansin
Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y
Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali
Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y
Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali
Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y
Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali
Nagsisisi at sa isip mo'y
Nalaman mong ika'y nagkamali
Zondag 29 september 1974
Fortaleza
Fortaleza
Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Rey Guerra
Performer(s): Chico Buarque
A minha tristeza não é feita de angústias
A minha tristeza não é feita de angústias
A minha surpresa
A minha surpresa é só feita de fatos
De sangue nos olhos e lama nos sapatos
Minha fortaleza
Minha fortaleza é de um silêncio infame
Bastando a si mesma, retendo o derrame
A minha represa
Zaterdag 28 september 1974
Il Cantante Folle
Il Cantante Folle
((Adapted from: The Great Pretender (The Platters) - 1955))
Composer(s): Buck Ram - Biri
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano - 1984
Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - Kun En Drømmer (Grethe & Jørgen Ingmann)
1975 - Jeg Har Kun Tre Tænder (Bamses Venner)
1984 - Mon Regret Le Plus Tendre (Dave)
Oh no non sarai mai piu solo
se hai gli occhi anche dentro di te
e soffrirai finche tu vedrai
quanta gente da sola che c'e
Oh no non sarai mai piu triste
se hai labbra per bere allegria
e scoprirai che c'e intorno a te
un paradiso che puoi portar via
e se troverai un sorriso in piu
ricordati che non ci sei solo tu
Oh no non sarai mai piu uomo
se non guardi dentro di te
e scoprirai che la vita e
la canzone piu bella che c'e
e c'e chi vuole cantarla con te
e se troverai una voce in piu
ricordati che non ci sei solo tu
Oh no non sarai mai piu uomo
se non guardi dentro di te
e soffrirai finche capirai
che il cantante piu folle che c'e
e chi canta solo per se
Zaterdag 28 september 1974
Certeza
Certeza
Composer(s): Domervil
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
O que eu sinto por você
Está acima da dor e da saudade
E a canção é um prato de amor
É a felicidade
É a certeza de que você vai voltar
E ao voltar
Eu quero me refugiar
Nos seus braços, oh morena
Minha rosa, dália
Hortênsia, açucena
Meu jardim suspenso ao ar
Vivo como um pescador
Arremessado em alto mar
Esperando minha rede balançar
E esse dia vai chegar
Vai chegar
E você vai voltar
Você vai voltar Vai voltar
Zaterdag 28 september 1974
Fortalerza
Fortalerza
Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Elle avait les tarots tatoués
Sur l'épaule droite encadrés
Par deux cicatrices au couteau
Elle était née à Buenos Aires
Métisse d'indienne et de SS
Elle portait à son poignet droit
Lembrança do Senhor do Bonfim da Bahia
Da Bahia, da Bahia
Elle te laissait un goût amer
De coco et de citron vert
Elle m'attendait sous la véranda
À Fortalerza
On meurt parfois pour un rien
Une mygale ou un chagrin
Un scorpion, un américain
Elle travaillait dans un hôtel
Restaurant essence et bordel
Mode de Paris Winchester
Lembrança do Senhor do Bonfim da Bahia
Da Bahia, da Bahia
Elle glissait son regard oblique
Sur tes épaules et sur ton fric
Et tu restais à moisir là
A Fortalerza
Elle souriait sous la véranda
Les yeux mi-clos on y voit
Un après-midi de chaleur
Je suis passé vers les cinq heures
Immobile au milieu des fleurs
Elle ne me répondit pas
Il manquait à son poignet droit
Lembrança do Senhor do Bonfim da Bahia
Da Bahia, da Bahia
Elle souriait sous la véranda
Du sang dans sa bouche en cœur
Sais-tu pour qui et pour quoi?
A Fortalerza
J'ai tellement pleuré que tu vois
J'en ai un voile sur la voix
Mais qui se souvient de tout ça
Traversé par l'Equateur
Les grands vents soufflant du noroît
J'ai noué à mon poignet droit
Lembrança do Senhor do Bonfim da Bahia
Da Bahia, da Bahia
Alizés qu'on prend de travers
Barrières de coraux sous la mer
Pour s'en aller vers le Cap Vert
Est-ce qu'on se souvient de tout ça, à Fortalerza
Est-ce qu'on se souvient de tout ça, à Fortalerza
Vrijdag 27 september 1974
Mon Regret Le Plus Tendre
