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La Collectionneuse Lyrics
I collect many things
And keep them all close to me
To the ceiling from the floor
I'm tripping on them constantly
Pixelated faces play
On the blown out TV screen
Footage from a camera,
These days I'm fast-forwarding
I see a pattern start to form
Over time it's surfacing
Like a face I recognize
It never says anything
I add up all these moments
In a long narrow ledger
Decimals of pain
Integers of pleasure
The sum of all these parts
I don't know how to measure
They keep on adding up
They just keep on adding up
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyère
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arrière
Les cadavres de mes jours
Que lentement passent les heures
Comme passe un enterrement
Tu pleureras l'heure où tu pleures
Qui passera trop vitement
Comme passe toutes les heures.
Et toi mon coeur pourquoi bats-tu?
Comme un guetteur mélancolique
J'observe la nuit et la mort
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
And keep them all close to me
To the ceiling from the floor
I'm tripping on them constantly
On the blown out TV screen
Footage from a camera,
These days I'm fast-forwarding
Over time it's surfacing
Like a face I recognize
It never says anything
In a long narrow ledger
Decimals of pain
Integers of pleasure
I don't know how to measure
They keep on adding up
They just keep on adding up
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
The collector, la collectioneuse
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyère
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends
Les cadavres de mes jours
Comme passe un enterrement
Tu pleureras l'heure où tu pleures
Qui passera trop vitement
Comme passe toutes les heures.
Comme un guetteur mélancolique
J'observe la nuit et la mort
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
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anyone who can translate?
All the French verses are poetry by Guillaume Apollinaire, so some translations can be found online. I found translations for each verse and put them together here:
All the French verses are poetry by Guillaume Apollinaire, so some translations can be found online. I found translations for each verse and put them together here:
I picked this sprig of heather Autumn is dead - remember We will never see each other again on this earth Odor of time, sprig of heather And remember that I am waiting for you
I picked this sprig of heather Autumn is dead - remember We will never see each other again on this earth Odor of time, sprig of heather And remember that I am waiting for you
I have had the courage to look behind me At the corpses of my days
I have had the courage to look behind me At the corpses of my days
How slowly time passes As a funeral passes You will regret this hour of tears It will leave only too soon Like all other hours...
How slowly time passes As a funeral passes You will regret this hour of tears It will leave only too soon Like all other hours
And you, my heart, why are you beating? Like a melancholic watchman I watch the night and death
Bring on the night, ring out the hour The days wear on but I endure
the french parts at the end are from a poem by guillaume apollinaire