Le petit bal perdu
My rusty french couldn't translate this whole clip, so although I don't know what they're saying half the time, its quirky nature makes me smile.
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My rusty french couldn't translate this whole clip, so although I don't know what they're saying half the time, its quirky nature makes me smile.
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I love this clip and the interpretation of this old french song. If you want the words, I found it there in french, but with a good translator tool, you should understand a bit more!
http://www.paroles.net/chanson/24977.1
Rachel...I don't know how you find some of this stuff? But I am oh so happy that you do! Always such smiles you bring :) Sigh.
I just love the fact that someone thought of this, and then actually made it.
And I love that you found it and are sharing it with us:)
this was so lovely to watch, thank you for posting it - i had to ask french boy to translate the meaning though as it is full of play on words, and is quite a story!
Hey! Well, I'll try to translate it for you, as opposed to you, it's my english that isn't really good, so please forgive me for my mistakes ^^
It was just after the war,
In a little hoedown that had suffered.
On a rickety dance floor
There were two of them, who were disovered
Among the junk they were dancing
In this little hoedown
wich name was... (x4)
No I can't remember,
The name of the forgotten hoedown.
All I remeber of
were those lovers
who weren't looking at anything around them
There was so much heedlessness
In there touched gestures
So who cares
about the name of the forgotten hoedown
No I can't remember
the name of the forgotten hoedown
All I remember of,
Is that they were happy,
staring at each other
and it was great...
and it was great...
They were drinking in the same glass,
Still staring at each other
They were doing the same prayer
To be happy forever, forever
Among the junk they were smiling
In this little hoedown
wich name was... (x4)
(chorus)
And then when the accordionist
Stopped, when they left.
The night was falling on the dancefloor,
On the junk of my life,
It became rue again
This little heodown
wich name was... (x4)
No I can't remember,
The name of the forgotten hoedown.
All I remember of
were those lovers
who weren't looking at anything around them
There was so much light,
with them in the street,
so what a big deal,
the name of the forgotten hoedown.
No I can remember,
The name of the forgotten hoedown,
All I remember of,
Is that we were happy,
Staring at each other,
And it was great,
And it was great.
Yep...sorry for my mistakes,
hope you've understood a bit ^^
Eggy
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