The legendary INTENSE performer Jacques Brel ! LIVE ! n(With subtitles: in Dutch - rhyming translation, probably by Ernst van Altena). n(Eng...
The legendary INTENSE performer Jacques Brel ! LIVE ! n(With subtitles: in Dutch - rhyming translation, probably by Ernst van Altena). n(English TRANSLATION : below HERE in description)! nnJacques Brel was a Belgian singer, Flemish of origin, but French speaking & singing mostly. nHe is widely considered a master of the modern 'chanson', and an influential singer-songwriter. nBrel had tremendous success in Europe and fans all over the world. He wrote a treasure of unforgettable melodies and lyrics, and was a brilliant performer. nnHis most famous song is "Ne me quitte pas", covered in several other languages, like in English as "If you go away" by many artists as Frank Sinatra, Nina Simone, Ray Charles, David Bowie, Sting, Shirley Horn (try hers!), Toots Thielemans, etc.nn"Jef" is the name of a friend, the song is about friendship.nnhttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_...nn==== ENGLISH ==== nNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut do stop this cryingnLike this in front of everyonenJust because a semi-old womannJust because a fake blondnHas let you downnNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut you know, this is shamefulnSobbing like this, it's silly,nIn front of everyonenJust because a three-quarter whorenSlipped out of your fingersnNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut one feels ashamed looking at younPeople are laughing at usnLet's go away from this damned pavementnCome on, Jef, come on...nnCome on, I've got a few coins leftnLet's go and drink themnAt 'la Mère Françoise'nCome on, Jef, come on, I've gotna few coins leftnAnd if that's not enough, well, nWe'll leave the bill unpaidnThen we'll go and eatnMussels and also chipsnChips and also MusselsnAnd some wine from the MosellenAnd if you're still sadnWe'll go and visit the girlsnAt that Madame Andrée'snThey say there are new girlsnWe'll sing again as we used tonWhen we were youngnWhen those were the daysnWhen I had moneynnNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut stop pulling these facesnLift up your two hundred poundsnShake up your bonesnI know your heart is heavynBut you've got to lift it up JefnNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut stop all this sobbingnStop wallowingnStop going on and onnAnd saying you'll drown yourselfnOr you'll hang yourselfnNo Jef, you aren't alonenBut this is no longer a pavementnNow it's more like a scene from a dramanWhen people come and look at younCome on, Jef, come on ...nnCome on there's still my guitarnI'll set it on fire for younAnd we'll become Spaniards,nJef, come on, come onnJust like when we were kidsnYou'll make your nightingale impression, Jefneven if I never enjoy thatnThen we'll find ourselves a benchnWe'll talk about AmericanThat's where we're gonna go you knownWhen we have more dough, Jef, come onnAnd if you're still feeling sadnOr even if just looking sadnI'll tell you how therenYou'll become RockefellernWe'll feel good you and InWe'll sing again as we used tonWhen we were good looking JefnWhen those were the daysnBefore we became drunkardsnnCome on then, Jef, come onnYes, Jef, yes, come on! Less
