Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La chanson de Maxence, artist - Stéphane Kerecki Quartet
Date of issue: 19.05.2014
Song language: French
La chanson de Maxence(original) |
Je l’ai cherchée partout j’ai fait le tour du monde |
De Venise à Java de Manille à Angkor |
De Jeanne à Victoria de Vénus en Joconde |
Je ne l’ai pas trouvée et je la cherche encore |
Je ne connais rien d’elle et pourtant je la vois |
J’ai inventé son nom j’ai entendu sa voix |
J’ai dessiné son corps et j’ai peint son visage |
Son portrait et l’amour ne font plus qu’une image |
Elle a cette beauté des filles romantiques |
Et d’un Botticelli le regard innocent |
Son profil est celui de ces vierges mythiques |
Qui hantent les musées et les adolescents |
Sa démarche ressemble aux souvenirs d’enfant |
Qui trottent dans ma tête et dansent en rêvant |
Sur son front, ses cheveux sont de l’or en bataille |
Que le vent de la mer et le soleil chamaillent |
Je pourrais vous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains |
Je pourrais vous parler d’elle jusqu'à demain |
Son amour, c’est ma vie mais à quoi bon rêver? |
Je l’ai cherchée partout je ne l’ai pas trouvée |
Il pourrait nous parler de ses yeux, de ses mains |
Il pourrait nous parler d’elle jusqu'à demain |
Son amour c’est sa vie, mais à quoi bon rêver? |
Il l’a cherchée partout il ne l’a pas trouvée |
Est-elle loin d’ici? |
Est-elle près de moi? |
Je n’en sais rien encore mais je sais qu’elle existe |
Est-elle pécheresse ou bien fille de roi? |
Que m’importe son sang puisque je suis artiste |
Et que l’amour dicte sa loi |
(translation) |
I've looked for her everywhere I've been around the world |
From Venice to Java from Manila to Angkor |
From Joan to Victoria from Venus to Mona Lisa |
I haven't found it and I'm still looking for it |
I don't know anything about her and yet I see her |
I made up his name I heard his voice |
I drew her body and I painted her face |
His portrait and love become one image |
She's got that beauty of romantic girls |
And a Botticelli the innocent look |
Her profile is that of those mythical virgins |
That haunt museums and teenagers |
His gait resembles childhood memories |
That run through my head and dance dreaming |
On his forehead his hair is battle gold |
Let the sea wind and the sun bicker |
I could tell you about his eyes, his hands |
I could tell you about her until tomorrow |
His love is my life but what's the use of dreaming? |
I looked for her everywhere I couldn't find her |
He could tell us about his eyes, his hands |
He could tell us about her until tomorrow |
His love is his life, but what's the use of dreaming? |
He looked for her everywhere he couldn't find her |
Is she far from here? |
Is she near me? |
I don't know yet but I know it exists |
Is she a sinner or a king's daughter? |
What do I care about his blood since I'm an artist |
And let love dictate |