"A Song for Europe" as written by Andrew Edwin Mackay and Bryan Ferry....
Here as I sit
At this empty café
Thinking of you
I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
Though the world
Is my oyster
It's only a shell
Full of memories
And here by the Seine
Notre-Dame casts
A long lonely shadow

Now, only sorrow
No tomorrow
There's no today for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterday

These cities may change
But there always remains
My obsession
Through silken waters
My gondola glides
And the bridge, it sighs

I remember
All those moments
Lost in wonder
That we'll never
Find again
There's no more time for us
Nothing is there
For us to share
But yesterdays

Ecce momenta
Illa mirabilia
Quae captabit
In aeternum
Memor
Modo dolores
Sunt in dies
Non est reliquum
Vero tantum
Comminicamus
Perdita

Tous ces moments
Perdus dans l`enchantement
Qui ne reviendront
Jamais
Pas d´aujourd´hui pour nous
Pour nous il n´y a rien
A partager
Sauf le passé

Tous ces moments
Perdus dans l`enchantement
Qui ne reviendront
Jamais


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"A Song for Europe" as written by Andrew Edwin Mackay Andrew Mackay

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  • +2
    General CommentA person in a Cafe reflecting on a relationship and how great it was.

    there is something about a song with a foreign verse, that makes a good sone great

    Top song, very dramatic
    steveosgoodon July 20, 2006   Link
  • +2
    General CommentAlso a bit of a piss-take of the whole Eurovision song contest!
    simonevanson February 22, 2007   Link
  • +2
    General CommentA man who reflects on his life and loves and looks back with regret because he'll never be able to experience those things again.
    sevans78on February 16, 2008   Link
  • +2
    General CommentI feel this is much more than a song about a sadly ended love affair. That is one level, and very powerful indeed, on that level. But I feel it is also : "A Song For Europe" !! About the old Europe, glorious, beautiful, romantic, center of art, etc. etc. This classic Europe was destroyed by two world wars and the march of time, along with overpopulation. To wit:

    I remember
    All those moments
    Lost in wonder
    That we'll never
    Find again

    And on and on. The parallels are many. I do feel that the song is an incredible masterpiece on both levels, and I never tire of it, even after 35 years or so.
    alfalfa19on September 13, 2014   Link
  • 0
    General CommentWhen Paul Thompson comes in after the first few lines - pounding like a heart overwhelmed with melancholy - thunderously nostalgic - this song is like dark reflections passing under the bridge of time...

    The Latin and French really bring in a primordial element of romance and sorrow.

    Reminds me of Baudelaire's poem " le Balcon"

    Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
    Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!
    Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
    La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
    Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses!

    Les soirs illuminés par l'ardeur du charbon,
    Et les soirs au balcon, voilés de vapeurs roses.
    Que ton sein m'était doux! que ton coeur m'était bon!
    Nous avons dit souvent d'impérissables choses
    Les soirs illuminés par l'ardeur du charbon.

    Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!
    Que l'espace est profond! que le coeur est puissant!
    En me penchant vers toi, reine des adorées,
    Je croyais respirer le parfum de ton sang.
    Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes soirées!

    La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison,
    Et mes yeux dans le noir devinaient tes prunelles,
    Et je buvais ton souffle, ô douceur! ô poison!
    Et tes pieds s'endormaient dans mes mains fraternelles.
    La nuit s'épaississait ainsi qu'une cloison.

    Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses,
    Et revis mon passé blotti dans tes genoux.
    Car à quoi bon chercher tes beautés langoureuses
    Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
    Je sais l'art d'évoquer les minutes heureuses!

    Ces serments, ces parfums, ces baisers infinis,
    Renaîtront-ils d'un gouffre interdit à nos sondes,
    Comme montent au ciel les soleils rajeunis
    Après s'être lavés au fond des mers profondes?
    – Ô serments! ô parfums! ô baisers infinis!
    NomadMonadon March 29, 2012   Link
  • 0
    My InterpretationThe song is obviously about Europa Univesalis abstinence, he's been playing multiplayer with his friends, maybe as a some french country. He can't play with them anymore since there's an exam period coming up.

    These cities may change
    But there always remains
    My obsession
    arvin62859on December 22, 2014   Link
  • -1
    General CommentI always figured the gondola was his penis and the bridge is a vagina. Not trying to be a douche, but yeah. It fits.
    fishtechnicianon November 23, 2014   Link
  • -1
    General CommentI hear Celtic Café. Not an empty café
    futurefjpon July 21, 2016   Link
  • -1
    General CommentIt's not "empty café" it's not even close to that...
    futurefjpon July 21, 2016   Link

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