Sunday Songs.

My previous two Sunday Songs posts (here & here) have been about French songs, so I thought I would try and keep up with that and post another French song for your listening pleasure. Quelqu'un m'a dit by Carla Bruni isn't actually a new song, it's been around for quite a while but I am quite obsessed with it's quaint, romantic melody and hum-along-tune.  (excuse the disjointed lyrics)

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand-chose Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... (refrain) Que tu m'aimais encore C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore Serait-ce possible alors ? On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... (refrain) Mais qui est-ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais ? Je ne me souviens plus, c'était tard dans la nuit J'entends encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits "Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que je vous l'ai dit" Tu vois, quelqu'un m'a dit... Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a-t-on vraiment dit... Que tu m'aimais encore, serait-ce possible alors ?

Someone told me that our lives aren't a big thing(*guess it means something important) They pass on the instant as discolour roses Someone told me that the time that pass is a bastard that is making topcoats from our grief However someone said to me... Refrain Who do you still love, This is someone that've told me that you still love me. Is it possible then? Someone told me that the destiny is scoffing at us dont't give us anything and that promise us everything Appear that the happiness is only for the reach hands Then they tighten the hand and find themselves crazy But someone have told me... Refrain But who can tell me that today you are loving me? I don't remember more it was late in the night, I'm still hearing the voice, but I don't see anymore the ?points? "He loves you, it's a secret, don't tell him that I tell you" You see, someone told me... Who do you still love, he really told me... Who do you still love, is it possible then?

Sunday Songs

I've only done this post once before. I guess it's not often that I find a song that I madly enjoy and want to share it. This particular song is another french song called Je Veux by Zaz. It has quite a jazzy vibe to it. It's just really fun and makes you want to dance and sing a long. I put the french and english translation below as well so you can follow along. I hope it brightens up your Sunday, enjoy!
(please excuse the corresponding lyrics not matching up exactly, the OCD in me tried very hard to get them to align but alas it refused to budge)

Je Veux

I want

Donnez-moi une suite au Ritz, je n’en veux pas Des bijoux de chez Chanel, je n’en veux pas Donnez-moi une limousine, j’en ferais quoi? Offrez-moi du personnel, j’en ferais quoi? Un manoir à Neufchatel, ce n’est pas pour moi! Offrez-moi la Tour Eiffel, j’en ferais quoi? Je veux de l’amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur Ce n’est pas votre argent qui fera mon bonheur Moi je veux crever la main sur le coeur Allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté Oubliez donc tous vos clichés Bienvenue dans ma réalité! J’en ai marre de vos bonnes manières, c’est trop pour moi Moi je mange avec les mains et je suis comme ça Je parle fort et je suis franche, excusez-moi! Finie l’hypocrisie, moi je me casse de là J’en ai marre des langues de bois Regardez-moi, de toute manière je vous  en veux pas Et je suis comme ça! Je veux de l’amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur Ce n’est pas votre argent qui fera mon bonheur Moi je veux crever la main sur le Coeur Allons ensemble, découvrir ma liberté Oubliez donc tous vos clichés Bienvenue dans ma réalité!

Give me a suite at the Ritz, I don’t want that Jewellery by Channel, I don’t want that Give me a limo, what would I do with it? Give me staff, what would I do with them? A mansion in Neufchatel, it’s not for me! Offer me the Eiffel tower, what would I do with it? I want love, joy, good spirit It’s not your money that will make me happy I  want to die with my hand on my heart Let’s go together, discover my freedom Therefore, forget all your prejudices Welcome to my reality! I’m fed up with your good manners, it’s too much for me I eat with my hands, it’s just who I am I speak loud and I’m direct, excuse me No more hypocrisy, I’m done with it I’m fed up with double talk! Look at me, I’m not even angry with you! It’s just who I am! I want love, joy, good spirit It’s not your money that will make me happy I want to die with my hand on my heart Let’s go together, discover my freedom Forget all your prejudice Welcome to my reality!

Lyrics

Beaches and Tea.

Day 2 of hosting the exchange students was pretty eventful.  I first thought we wouldn't get to do anything in the morning because they were still recovering from lack of sleep due to traveling and woke up pretty late. Nevertheless, we did go to the beach for breakfast and walked on the beach for a bit. We ate at Cafe Jiran and thereafter walked on the promenade and because we were walking with two foreigners, who have never experienced sandy shores back home, we were soon walking on the sandy beach. We even dipped our legs in the not-so-icy sea and mucked around in the sand. Being Durban's winter, it wasn't all that cold for the Canadians.

In the afternoon we went for High Tea as a farewell for the Scottish exchange students. It was a really good excuse to get all dolled up in girly dresses and heels and prance around eating delicious cakes and drinking tea for two hours. Let's not forget taking tons of photos with the most amazing views of Durban as our backdrop. There was also the excitement of spotting a monkey in one of the trees for our Canadian exchanges who have never seen one before. It was a really cute afternoon.

Sohini out x