Musical Monday: C'Etait L'Hiver

Kazzy

Musical Monday: C'Etait L'Hiver

After about 20 takes (I am not kidding) I finally got an acceptable cut of this gorgeous French song.  A bit dark in the lyrics, but the melody is so haunting and beautiful that I wanted to sing it anyway.  I have included both the English and French lyrics.  I hope you like it.  Just click on the yellow title below.  And, as always, this week's song will be in the mp3 player in the right side bar all week.

Kazzy's voice has been silenced by the Digital Millennium Copyright Act(see the details here). Sorry you can't listen to her sing directly. But send her a message and she'll try to work something out.

C'Etait L'Hiver

Elle disait: "j'ai déjà trop marché,

mon cœur est déjà trop lourd de secrets,

trop lourd de peines".

Elle disait: "je ne continue plus,

ce qui m'attend, je l'ai déjà vécu,

c'est plus la peine".

Elle disait que vivre était cruel,

Elle ne croyait plus au soleil,

Ni aux silences des églises.

Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur,

C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cœur.

Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid,

La pluie plus violente que ce soir-là,

Le soir de ses vingt ans,

Le soir où elle a éteint le feu,

Derrière la façade de ses yeux,

Dans un éclair blanc.

Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel,

Elle brille à côté du soleil,

Comme les nouvelles églises.

Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure,

C'est qu'il fait froid

Dans le fond de mon cœur.

Winter Deep in Her Heart

by Francis Cabrel

She would say, "I just cannot go on.

My heart is too weighed down with secrets,

too heavy with pain."

She would say, "I just cannot go on.

What's to come is just more of the same.

It's pointless."

She would say that life was only cruel.

She no longer believed in the sun,

nor in the silence of a church.

Even my smiling frightened her.

It was winter deep in her heart.

She would say that life was only cruel.

She no longer believed in the sun,

nor in the silence of a church.

Even my smiling frightened her.

It was winter deep in her heart.

The wind had never blown more cold;

the rain, never more severe than on that night,

the night that she turned twenty.

That night she put out the fire

behind the facade of her eyes

in a white flash.

She has surely returned to the sky;

she shines beside the sun

as the steeples of new churches

And if ever since that night I cry,

it's because it is so very cold

deep in my heart.