Ils sont plus de deux mille
Et je ne vois qu'eux deux
La pluie les a soudés
Semble-t-il, l'un à l'autre
Ils sont plus de deux mille
Et je ne vois qu'eux deux
Et je les sais qui parlent
Il doit lui dire "je t'aime!"
Elle doit lui dire "je t'aime!"
Je crois qu'ils sont en train
De ne rien se promettre
Ces deux-là sont trop maigres
Pour être malhonnêtes

Ils sont plus de deux mille
Et je ne vois qu'eux deux
Et brusquement, il pleure
Il pleure à gros bouillons
Tout entourés qu'ils sont
D'adipeux en sueur
Et de bouffeurs d'espoir
Qui les montrent du nez
Mais ces deux déchirés
Superbes de chagrin
Abandonnent aux chiens
L'exploit de les juger

La vie ne fait pas de cadeau
Et nom de Dieu c'est triste
Orly, le dimanche
Avec ou sans Bécaud!

Et maintenant, ils pleurent
Je veux dire tous les deux
Tout à l'heure c'était lui
Lorsque je disais "il"
Tout encastrés qu'ils sont
Ils n'entendent plus rien
Que les sanglots de l'autre

Et puis
Et puis infiniment
Comme deux corps qui prient
Infiniment, lentement
Ces deux corps se séparent
Et en se séparant
Ces deux corps se déchirent
Et je vous jure qu'ils crient
Et puis, ils se reprennent
Redeviennent un seul
Redeviennent le feu
Et puis, se redéchirent
Se tiennent par les yeux
Et puis, en reculant
Comme la mer se retire
Il consomme l'adieu
Il bave quelques mots
Agite une vague main
Et brusquement, il fuit
Fuit sans se retourner
Et puis, il disparaît
Bouffé par l'escalier

La vie ne fait pas de cadeau
Et nom de Dieu c'est triste
Orly, le dimanche
Avec ou sans Bécaud!

Et puis, il disparaît
Bouffé par l'escalier
Et elle, elle reste là
Cœur en croix, bouche ouverte
Sans un cri, sans un mot
Elle connaît sa mort
Elle vient de la croiser
Voilà qu'elle se retourne
Et se retourne encore
Ses bras vont jusqu'à terre
Ça y est! Elle a mille ans

La porte est refermée
La voilà sans lumière
Elle tourne sur elle-même
Et déjà elle sait
Qu'elle tournera toujours
Elle a perdu des hommes
Mais là, elle perd l'amour

L'amour le lui a dit
Revoilà l'inutile
Elle vivra de projets
Qui ne feront qu'attendre
La revoilà fragile
Avant que d'être à vendre

Je suis là, je la suis
Je n'ose rien pour elle
Que la foule grignote
Comme un quelconque fruit


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Orly Lyrics as written by Marcel Azzola Jacques Brel

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    There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people It seems that the rain Has bound them together There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people And I know they're speaking He must be telling her, "I love you!" She must be telling him, "I love you!" I guess they are Not promising anything to each other Those two people are too thin To be dishonest

    There are more than two thousand of them Yet I can only see those two people And suddenly, he cries He cries in gushing spurts However surrounded they are By fatty men in sweat And hope-eaters Who are pointing their nose at them But those two broken hearts Proud in sorrow Leave the dogs The feat to judge them

    * Life is merciless And that's bloody sad Orly, on sunday With or without Bécaud* ! *

    And now they're crying I mean, the two of them Just before, it was him When I was saying "he" They're so embedded That they can't hear anything But each other's sobs And then And then, infinitely Like two praying bodies Infinitely, slowly Those two bodies separate And in separating Those two bodies are torn And I swear they yell And then, they take each other again Become together as one again Become fire again And then are torn again Holding each other's look And then, as they step backward As the tide goes out He consumes this goodbye He spits some words Vaguely waving a hand And suddenly, he flees Flees without turning back And then, he disappears Swallowed by the stairs

    And then, he disappears Swallowed by the stairs And she stays there With her heart crossed, gawping Without a shout, without a word She knows her death She's just crossed its path She then turns back Once again Her arms are stretched to the ground Here she goes, she's a thousand years old! The door is closed again She's hence in the dark She spins around And she already knows Then she'll always spin She lost several men But thereupon she loses love Love told her Inanity comes back She'll be living from plans That will always be left unstarted She's fragile again Before she's for sale

    I'm here, I follow her I don't dare anything for her Whom the crowd is nibling Like any old fruit

    epiwooshon November 09, 2013   Link

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