Posted by pullmarine on October 21, 2000, at 16:43:00
In reply to Re: FULL Translation » pullmarine, posted by Rzip on October 20, 2000, at 19:45:35
> > Pullmarine,
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> I song's title is the same as your on-line name. Interesting. Is there a symbolic meaning to your on-line name (or real name)? I am very interested to know how you are feeling these days.
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> Rzip
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No. I just like the song, or for that matter, anything that Serge Gainsbourg wrote.john
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> > J'ai touché l'fond d'la piscine
> > dans l'petit pull marine
> > Tout déchiré aux coudes
> > qu'j'ai pas voulu recoudre
> > Que tu m'avais donné,
> > j'me sens tell'ment abandonnée
> >
> > It's not only at the bottom of the pool
> > that my eyes are dark
> > You'd spotted them
> > tough there was no exchange of glances
> > and you made your advances
> > and now i'm paying for the after effects
> >
> > refrain(R). before touching the bottom
> > I go down backwards
> > never having quite been aware of what was going on
> > at the bottom (of things)
> >
> > The bottom of the pool is full of chlorine,
> > I've drunk a cup. tchin' tchin'
> > As it's for you i don't give a damn,
> > and i'm willing to do anything
> > and I don't care if I swallow
> > or if they find me helf dead
> >
> > drwnoed at the bottom of the pool,
> > no one saw you
> > under my little sweater
> > you'd enlace me I'd kiss you
> > to the point of no return
> > which was the limit of our love
> >
> > refrain(R). before touching the bottom
> > I go down backwards
> > never having quite been aware of what was going on
> > at the bottom (of things)
> >
> > hurry down to the bottom of the pool
> > to save your tiny little fish
> > to stop her from drowning
> > and to hold her at the bottom of your heart
> > your stalking little sister
> > who seeks air of your loving mannerism
> >
> > If the two of us are at the bottom of the pool,
> > headlines in the tabloids
> > will take over the case
> > and i will have to wear sunglasses
> > to expose all the things i need to hide
> >
> >
> > refrain(R). before touching the bottom
> > I go down backwards
> > never having quite been aware of what was going on
> > at the bottom (of things)
> >
> > come and meet me at the bottom of the pool
> > before it murders me
> > to go on without you
> > You can count on me
> > never again will I act out
> > like the star who's always
> > going from one breakdown to the next
> >
> > I've reached the bottom of the pool
> > In the little sweater that you'd given me
> > All torn up at the elbows
> > which I chose not to mend
> > I feel so abandoned
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