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ann (keren) - the sailor and the widow 2003 @@



ann (keren) - the sailor and the widow 2003 @@
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Keren ANN - the sailor and the widow (2003)


Il était marin,
un marin en mer et un marin d'amour
Et il pensait pouvoir la sauver
la sauver de l'innocence

Ses chansons se rapprochent d'un style folk mais aussi rock. Keren Ann Zeidel, dite Keren Ann, est une productrice, compositrice, parolière, guitariste et chanteuse néerlandaise, israélienne et française d'expression française et anglaise, née à Césarée en Israël le 10 mars 1974.

He was a sailor
A sailor at sea and a sailor of love
And he thought he could save her
Save her from innocence up and above
'cause he never knew freedom
and under the duvet
He stayed for a lifetime
without any government
Help or assistance

She was a widow
She never left home before seven a.m.
And she looked by the window
She managed to cry
but she never feel blame
For the death of her husband
who died in a flame by the house of the river
Although he remained
In a reasonable distance

All the children played
around the neighbourhood
The children she liked to invent for the life
they were living was openly bent
All they had was each other

He brought her flowers
A flesh in the pan as she didn't reply
And he waited for hours
Until she accepted to offer a smile
And a terrible whiskey she had for a while
That she'd sip every morning
for breakfast and sigh
Since the month of December

They used to tango
Jump and parade until midnight or more
She convinced him to fargo
Drink lemonade with some awkward liquor
The she kissed him goodbye and attended the shore
Where she lit a big fire like never before
By the house of the river

All the children played
around the neighbourhood
The children she liked to invent
for the life they were living was openly bent
All they had was each other

She was a widow, again
She never left home before seven a.m.
And she looked by the window
She managed to cry but she never feel blame
For the death of her husband
who died in a flame by the house of the river
Although he remained
In a reasonable distance

All the children played
around the neighbourhood
The children she liked to invent for the life
they were living was openly bent