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Nov. 23rd, 2001
I think I'm gonna cry...
Nov. 23rd, 2001 02:15 pmThis stupid screensaver just crashed my computer and I lost all my downloads that were almost finished in Morpheus!!!! At least 10 CCS episodes and a couple of Gravitation! This sucks so bad... I just want to cry now... The OVA was almost through! I downloaded all night....
Suddenly, I remember a French song that I loved a LOT when I was 16 or so. I know the lyrics were really silly, about the goldfish, your friend, people who role on the meadow, some tortoises and being southbound, or so. It was MIGHTY cool! But... I can't remember anything about it! Damn... T_T
Found the lyrics!!! *_*
Nov. 23rd, 2001 04:18 pmLe sud
Nino Ferrer
Nino Ferrer
C'est un endroit qui ressemble à la Louisiane
A l'Italie
Il y a du linge étendu sur la terrasse
Et c'est joli
On dirait le Sud
Le temps dure longtemps
Et la vie sûrement
Plus d'un million d'années
Et toujours en été
Y'a plein d'enfants qui se roulent sur la pelouse
Y'a plein de chiens
Y'a même un chat, une tortue, des poissons rouges
Il ne manque rien
On dirait le Sud...
Un jour ou l’autre, il faudra qu’il y ait la guerre
On le sait bien
On n’aime pas ça, mais on ne sait pas quoi faire
On dit c’est le destin
Tant pis pour le Sud
C’était pourtant bien
On aurait pu vivre
Plus d’un million d’années
Et toujours en été
Attempt of translation
Nov. 23rd, 2001 04:34 pmGah, my French is so rusty. Feel free to correct me! ^_^
The South
It's a place that resembles Louisiana
In Italy
There's laundry spread out on the terrasse
And it's beautiful
They say in the south
The seasons last a long time
And the life for sure
Longer than one million years
And always in summer
There are plenty of children
Who play on the lawn
Lots of dogs, too,
Even a cat, a tortoise, gold fish
There's nothing missing
They say in the south...
One day or another, there'll have to be another war
That we know full well
We don't like that, but there's nothing we can do
They say, it's destiny
The worse it is for the south
But it was nice anyway
We could have lived
More then a million years
And always in summer.
The South
It's a place that resembles Louisiana
In Italy
There's laundry spread out on the terrasse
And it's beautiful
They say in the south
The seasons last a long time
And the life for sure
Longer than one million years
And always in summer
There are plenty of children
Who play on the lawn
Lots of dogs, too,
Even a cat, a tortoise, gold fish
There's nothing missing
They say in the south...
One day or another, there'll have to be another war
That we know full well
We don't like that, but there's nothing we can do
They say, it's destiny
The worse it is for the south
But it was nice anyway
We could have lived
More then a million years
And always in summer.
More lyrics!
Nov. 23rd, 2001 04:41 pmAck, I'm being nostalgic today! More old songs that I just remembered! ^_^
Follow me up to Carlow
The Young Dubliners
Follow me up to Carlow
The Young Dubliners
Lift MacCahir Ogh yer face,
Brooding o'er that old disgrace,
That Black Fitz-Williams stormed your place
and drove ye tae the fern,
Grey said victorie was sure,
soon the Firebrand he secured,
Until he met at Glen Malure,
Feagh McHugh O'Byrne
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
Feagh will do what Feagh will dare,
Now Fitz-William have a care,
Fallen is your star, low,
Up with halbert, out with sword,
On we go for by the Lord,
Feagh McHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
From Tassagart to Clonmore,
Flows a stream of saxon gore,
Oh great is Rory Ogh O'More,
at sending loons to Hades,
White is sick and Lane is fled,
Now for Black Fitz-Williams head,
We'll send it over dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
Feagh will do what Feagh will dare,
Now Fitz-William have a care,
Fallen is your star, low,
Up with halbert, out with sword,
On we go for by the Lord,
Feagh McHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
See the sword of Imlalay,
flashing o'er the english pale,
See all the children o' the Gael,
Beneath O'Byrnes banner,
Rooster of the fighting stock,
Would ye let a saxon cock,
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
Fly up alld teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
Feagh will do what Feagh will dare,
Now Fitz-William have a care,
Fallen is your star, low,
Up with halbert, out with sword,
On we go for by the Lord,
Feagh McHugh has given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow!