4L song by Celine dion...x

[Little Greeney'n'france]

There i was on a hot sunny day at my home in France, with my earphones in listening to Celine Dion (as you do). I thought i heard the words 4L, so i rewound to the beginning to make sure i did actually hear what i thought i heard "4L" And indeed i did, her actual words were "ma 4L est morte" (my 4l is dead ). Just thought You all would like to know, that with all her wealth and fame that she does indeed like the 4L too! and she actually used to have one!

 

[ian Stanbury]

..You are so clever Young Greeney..

..And correct as well as here are Celine Dions words both in French for our french friends as well as in english for everyone else..

Ici l'automne chasse un été de plus
La 4L est morte, on a repeint la rue
Elisa a deux dents, petit Jean est grand et fort
J'apprends la guitare... j'en suis à trois accords

J'ai trouvé des girolles au marché ce matin
J'aimerais vivre à Rome... oh j'aimerais bien
J'ai planté des tulipes, mais elles tardent à éclore
C'est tout je crois... oh oui : je t'aime encore

Mais où es-tu ?
Si loin sans même une adresse ?
Et que deviens-tu?
L'espoir est ma seule caresse

J'ai coupé mes cheveux... enfin dirais-tu !
Ça m'a fait bizarre, mais j'ai survécu
On m'invite, on me désire
Et je danse et je sors
Mais quand je danse.... je t'aime encore

Mais où es-tu ?
Si loin sans même une adresse ?
Et que deviens tu?
L'attente est ma seule caresse

hmmmm hammmmm

Et je t'aime encore
Comme dans les chansons banales
Et ça me dévore
Et tout le reste m'est égal
De plus en plus fort
A chaque souffle
A chaque pas
Et je t'aime encore
Et toi tu ne m'entends pas....


The English translation of the French Music is not literal :
some ideas that work well in a French context but don't have much sense in an English context are changed to make more sense in English.

In the French music, Celine is talking about a 4L : this is translated from the French music into English by old Chevy... a car that has meaning for English people, there where the 4L is the first name given to the old Renault 4.

Here the autumn ends bringing back the rain
The old Chevy's dead they tried to fix it in vain
Elisa's got her first teeth, little Jimmy is getting strong
I'm learning guitar I almost know a song

I've found some chanterelle at the market this morning
I'd like to live in Rome, oh it would be such a good thing
Try to grow some flowers, the same I tried before
That's all for now, Oh yes je t'aime encore

But where are you
So far with no address
How's life for you
My hope is my only caress

Finally cut my hair, I hear you say at last
It's been kind of strange but you see I survived
When I'm asked I go out, I dance all night and more
But when I dance...Je t'aime encore

But where are you
So far with no address
How's life for you
Time is my only caress

Je t'aime encore lust like in an old fashioned song
And it burns in my soul, anything else seems too long
Oh more and more, it's strong as I can be
Oui je t'aime encore
But you, you cannot hear me.

 

[ian Stanbury]

..Not only that song Little Greeney..

..Check this one as well..


American Pie Lyrics

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lenin read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my Renault 4 to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

This song is by The Doors and they were a great band..Oh to be back in the 70's again - ask your Dad if he remembers the 70's?

Ah Doors...