Patience [Louis Capart]

It tastes good, this ripe fruit,
of which we take a bite,
and which, by all its wounds,
at present is melting in our mouth
We needed time,
we needed years,
before seeing one day in our field,
blooming the branches of this tree.

Life had said: patience!
If you want to see paradise,
You have to wait until tomorrow.
Maybe, you wait in vain.
Tomorrow is eternity.
I don't dare thinking of this,
We're living such a short time
That there is no instant to be wasted.

It's a beautiful innocence
which makes man watch
the rain giving birth to the seed
and nature surprising him.
Since so many years,
in the same rhythm obstinately,
earth, which has given so much of herself,
learns to live slowly.

Without any reward,
it's possible that we feel cheated,
that we regret our prudence
at the end of a fulfilled life.
We know, time will be needed
When we begin again
Will we then choose to be as slow
like we are now in a hurry?

This would be a sad old age,
when man like a wound
discovers that his tree leaves him only
an ill fruit merely ripe
When we know the price of time
We are never afraid of the years
And the very last evening, in his field,
Man plants other trees.

But lets get back to that ripe fruit,
of which we take a bite,
and which, by all its wounds,
at present is melting in our mouth
We would not have had the crazy idea
seeming impatient
as to pick from this tree
a blooming branch in spring time.

It tasts good, this love,
of which we take a bite,
Even though it had not always been
as deep as it is now,
Time has been needed,
Years have been needed,
To see one day in our field,
blooming love as deep as this one.

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Patience [Louis Capart]   [click on the song's title to listen to it on YouTube] 

Il a bon goût le fruit mûr
Que nous croquons a pleines dents
Et qui par toutes ses blessures
Fond dans notre bouche à présent
Il nous a fallu du temps
Il nous a fallu des années
Pour voir un jour dans notre champ
Fleurir les branches du pommier.
Refrain
Patience avait dit la vie
Si tu veux le paradis
Tu dois attendre demain
Peut-être attends-tu pour rien
Demain c'est l'éternité
Je n'ose pas y penser
Nous vivons si peu de temps
Qu'il ne faut pas perdre un Instant.
C'est une belle innocence
Qui pousse l'homme à regarder
La pluie enfanter la semence
Et la nature l'étonner.
Depuis tant et tant d'années
Au même rythme obstinément
La terre qui a tant donné
Apprend à vivre lentement.
Sans la moindre récompense
Il se peut que l'on soit trahi
Que l'on regrette sa prudence
Au terme d'une vie remplie
On sait qu'il faudra du temps
Au moment de recommencer
Choisirons-nous d'être aussi lents
Qu'aujourd'hui nous sommes pressés.
C'est une triste vieillesse
Quand l'homme comme une blessure
Découvre que l'arbre lui laisse
Un fruit malade à peine mûr
Quand on sait le prix du temps
On n'a jamais peur des années
Et le dernier soir dans son champ
L'homme plante d'autres pommiers.
Revenons à ce fruit mûr
Que nous croquons à pleines dents
Et qui par toutes ses blessures
Fond dans notre bouche a présent.
Nous n'aurions pas eu l'idée
Folle de paraître impatients
D'aller cueillir sur le pommier
La branche fleurie au printemps.
Il a bon goût cet amour
Que nous croquons a pleines dents
Même s'il ne fut pas toujours
Aussi fort qu'il est maintenant
Il en a fallu du temps
Il en a fallu des années
Pour voir un jour dans notre champ
Fleurir un amour aussi grand.

Waiting for the miracle (Leonard Cohen - song)

"Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.

There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting for the miracle,
for the miracle to come.

I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.

I haven't been this happy
since ?? ? ???.

Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken. ...
When they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain
-- If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come."[Leonard Cohen; co-written by Sharon Robinson]
(mouse click on the title above leads to song on youtube)

posted june 2010

Amy McDonald's song - Mr Rock & Roll

(click on the photo for a larger view
and (right)click on the title ("new tab") to listen to it on YouTube)

"...and there's a happy ending

Every single day..."

...... and so it was august 16, 2010