This is another example of Brel's uncanny ability to put feelings into words in ways that are surprising but so true that they hit you in the gut. His exhilaration and sometimes conflicted feelings about the return of his accursed Mathilde are just so palpable here.
This is another example of Brel's uncanny ability to put feelings into words in ways that are surprising but so true that they hit you in the gut. His exhilaration and sometimes conflicted feelings about the return of his accursed Mathilde are just so palpable here.
I especially love the part that translates to:
I especially love the part that translates to:
And you my hands, don't thwack around All of this does not concern you
And you my hands, don't thwack around All of this does not concern you