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Un été français
Another day in my life
I don't wish to stand by,
Another dull monday
Where nothing but time passes me by.
Tuesday, got butterflies in my stomach
From confinement and compliance;
Wednesday, longing for another life —
Wish I could call it a day just to have the choice.
When I get cornered
I fancy a French summer —
A perfect summer
Where nothing could happen to me.
Sorry for the national frost,
Such a hellish country —
Slow death on the way!
Thursday, I'm in the wrong place,
And everything you promised me
Just like on a black Friday
When I forgot everything and the part of my life.
And I'm feeling a bit lonely,
Too old to die in winter.
Wish I could stand in the sun,
But I'm still needed over here.
When I get cornered
I fancy a French summer —
A perfect summer
Where nothing could happen to me.
Sorry for the national frost,
Such a hellish country —
Slow death on the way!
Nights spent on a rooftop,
Gazing at the storms,
Exposed to the danger
Of lightning on your face,
And stars by your side,
And our imperfect dreams
While lasts this French summer
And we forget everything.
Nights spent on a rooftop,
Gazing at the storms,
Heavens for the taking,
And flying fish,
And stars by your side
(When I get cornered...)
And our imperfect dreams
(I fancy a French summer...)
While lasts this French summer
(A perfect summer...)
And our imperfect dreams
(Where nothing could happen to me).
About this song
Nicola Sirkis: Just imagine if the far right had won the elections in France... We're in the same configuration [as America and the rest of the world with Trump].
In "Un été français", you actually depict France as a “hellish country” and a “national chill”...
Nicola Sirkis: Every five years, we get that big carnival. Delusion, promises, and broken dreams. But this is what democracy's all about.
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