Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maca E, artist - Dobacaracol. Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Song language: French
Maca E(original) |
| Haut perché, là-haut l’escalier |
| Dans ma tête, j’ai choisi de grimper |
| Par habitude, la solitude me conduit |
| Vers ma mémoire, je m’enfuis |
| Immergée dans l’ivresse le murmure d'être ailleurs |
| Je m’abîme dans l'écume d’une langue sauvage |
| Je capture une lueur |
| Je fabrique une essence |
| Je concocte une bombe |
| La solitude mon ange |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |
| Écoute le sage qui avec chaque soleil |
| Renouvelle sa vision, c’est par son oeil que j’ai cherché à percer le béton |
| pour traverser la solitude fut longue qui dans la grande ville hurle |
| Trop longtemps au hasard du vent, j’ai jeté l’espoir |
| Peut-être en pensant qu’il me tracerait une ligne tout droit vers le point |
| d’horizon, mais non |
| Il n’y a que le silence qui réponde au silence |
| Alors voici pour toi qui est caché dans l’ombre: c’est pour toi que je chante |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |
| Haut perché, là-haut l’escalier |
| Dans ma tête j’ai choisi de m'éclipser |
| Égarée dans mes images, suspendue |
| Si je m’y attarde, je vais me brûler |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |
| (translation) |
| High perched, up there the stairs |
| In my head I chose to climb |
| By habit, loneliness leads me |
| Towards my memory, I flee |
| Immersed in drunkenness the whisper of being somewhere else |
| I sink into the foam of a wild tongue |
| I catch a light |
| I make an essence |
| I'm making a bomb |
| loneliness my angel |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |
| Hear the wise who with every sun |
| Renew his vision, it was by his eye that I sought to pierce the concrete |
| to cross the loneliness was long that in the big city howls |
| Too long in the hazard of the wind, I threw away hope |
| Maybe thinking he'd draw me a straight line to the point |
| on the horizon, but no |
| Only silence responds to silence |
| So here's to you who's hidden in the shadows: I sing to you |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |
| High perched, up there the stairs |
| In my head I chose to slip away |
| Lost in my images, suspended |
| If I linger on it, I'll get burned |
| Here, the only confidences I make are these: my songs to the wind |
| The ways of the wind whisper songs of freedom |